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They said I made death threats to those strippers.
We'd been hanging out in the bathroom, comparing genital piercings and lipstick. Laughing, nudging each other's shoulders. Me complimenting their moves.
Eventually I retreat to get another jack + ginger, but I'm grabbed by the arm. "You gotta go. Get outta here." What? Why? And I'm dragged out by this behemoth of a man, he's telling me I'm scaring the girls. As I'm tossed out the door, I snap around and slam his shiny bald head in it, kick him near the knee. I bolt.
My guy friends who finally hustled out later were completely choked, catching up with me. As males, they thought for sure the security would take their heads instead of mine. Where's my back up !
The point is....I still dont know what went down, there. I didnt threaten anyone, I was having a good time.
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