Happy Scrappy, kitKat, and your humble narrator go to dinner (pic)

[supersizeme]

This past weekend, HS flew down to D-town to visit his woman(kitKat) and so we all decided to get together and have dinner. We ate at EYEPEEE's highly acclaimed restaurant, BingDang Express (OK!) down on the canal in Las Colinas. I'm not big on meeting people off the internet because I think they are all fucking nuts and want to kill me, but we had a really good time together. Here is a pic taken inside the restaurant shortly after we finished eating and also pounded out a few sets of heavy deadlifts to acquire the essential pre-picture pump. HS and I both repped 495 and then Pam non-chalantly added another plate and made us both look like shit, but she was using straps so we didn't feel as bad. After this pic was taken, all three of us were promptly kicked out of the place by a very rude and irate EYEPEEE. kitKat was thrown out first for being entirely too hot(see pic) and for looking way too much like EYEPEEE's estranged 25 year old daughter. I was kicked out next for pulling my pants down, pouring 3/4ths of a bottle of soy sauce on my genitals as well as some noodles, and announcing to the retaurant that the special tonight was beef lo-mein and "come get some mothafuckas." HS wasn't exactly kicked out, but after kitKat and I were escorted out, he was surrounded and later mutilated by a pack of salivating, cloned Candian blondes armed with video cameras with bayonettes on the end of them. His death should be available for viewing in .avi and .mpeg format later on either Kazaa or Limewire.

HappyScrappy, me, kitKat

 

[frorider6]

Ummmmm, why's HS got his hand in his pocket? He looking for something?

 

[Peyote Killa]

Thats really cool, I wish some people from H-town would meet up for a night. So did you ask HS why he is not on the boards anymore, maybe everyone knows except me, I'm always the last one to found shit out. O well, it looks like you guys had fun, and I hope kitkat didn't hurt either one of you.

 

[dballer]

that chick looks like some girl I dated.

 

[Zebo]

Very cool.....we have a few people here from Big D, too bad we don't get together more........

Great pic......cute girl too.

 

[The Shadow]

that chick looks like some girl I dated.

...like that waitress at the bar?? LOL!

 

[supersizeme]

HS left the boards because he no longer works out and is tiny now. as you can see from the pic, i'm like at least three times the size of him. kitKat had to save him from getting physically assaulted by the 4'11" Japanese hostess with bound feet.

in reality i had to leave dinner early because i was tired of being dwarfed by him and it was making me self conscious.

 

[dballer]

...like that waitress at the bar?? LOL!

I never dated that skank.. I got class bro.. you know that. I only date the stripper types.

 

[dballer]

dballer-- dont we all?

not really.. I never dated anyone as hot as you.

 

[HappyScrappy]

supersizeme is fat lying bastard. or at least a lying bastard. well... maybe just a bastard.
the truth of the matter is more of the following...

kitKat and I were to meet him in the lobby of the hotel at a certain time, and of course the bastard is way late. he claims it was due to "those damn mexicans" which I knew right away was not likely true due to the amount of alcohol and sugar free diet tab on his breath as he stepped from his car after swinging into the driveway of the "Los Magico Bonita" hotel where I was staying.
he staggered over to us in a stupor, reeking of vanilla and I knew he had been hitting the triple threat hard on the way over. he told us to hop into his "sweet ass ride" and we'd "cruise on down to chinatown". I recalled him mentioning that he had a nice new car. and boy, he was right. not sure how "new" it was, since it was a 1973 Buick LaSabre. It was colored powder blue and duct tape from what I could tell - aside from the front passenger door which was more of a faded orange and electical tape sort of motif.
kitKat and I slid inside and were greeted to the tunes of Brittney Spears saying she was a slave and the smell of some sort of rotting protein shake odor. ssme tried to save face saying that it was just the radio and then tossed in a Journey 8 track and we were then kicking it old school to "Lights" as we cruised on down the road a good 15 feet to the resteraunt.
we piled out of the Buick and strolled into the resteraunt in slow motion ala Resevoir Dogs. They asked if we wanted a table and I flexed my neck as hard as I could to look intimidating - I think it worked since I wet my pants. at least someone was scared.
we ate and ate and then ate some more.
then we left.
somewhere in there they took pictures. I stood on a box and got really close to the camera in an attempt to look bigger - but as you can see from the pic, that was a bad idea b/c 1) I looked no bigger, and 2) ssme took that opportunity to grab kitKat's ass.

nobody got kicked out of the resteraunt, but I got kicked in the balls by a homeless man that was passed out in the entrance of the place... well, he might have been a cop. either way, he packed some punch there with that blow to my groin. I couldn't walk right for days. well, I blamed it on that.

as we parted ways, ssme got in his car and drove off - he was nice enough to leave us his bumper as a token of his appreciation for him getting the bill. he didn't offer to get the bill, but both kitKat and I conviently had to go to the bathroom as soon as the bill came, and would yell out "is it paid yet?!" until he finally caved. it took hours.

later that night it rained.