Well, I had my first girlfight. My ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend called me a hose-beast last night at a pub where we all hang out. I broke up with the ex about 6 months ago, and he started dating this new chick, let's call her TheWhiningSkankRag. I don't want my ex anymore (let's call him HangsWaytotheLeft), that's why I broke up with him. Is it my fault if he stared at me all night? No. I ignored him, mainly because TheWhiningSkankRag was sniveling at his side all night.
TheWhiningSkankRag brought her friend TheFatSidekick over to me and proceeded to "accidentally" spill her drink all over my shoes, while simultaneously calling me a "hose-beast". So I accidentally poured my drink all over her head. Which caused TheFatSidekick to very purposely slap the bejesus out of me. So I punched her in the head (I didn't even know I COULD punch someone. I never tried it before.) Then I got kicked out of the pub, with my purse still inside. The purse that had my cell phone in it. None of my friends saw this happen.
I had to walk a couple of blocks to even find a person I could borrow change from so I could call my friend from a payphone. My feet have blisters and my face hurts now. That FatSidekick packed a wallop. Being a hose-beast is harder than you might think.