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Well, last night, Tucker Barrett -the filthiest and classiest man i know, hosted one of his weekly super-snazzy dinners, in which he cooks hell of fine eats for his pals, and then everyone gets crazy on firewater. A number of hep cats were in attendence, among them one Peter "sneaky Pete" Sherman of the Whistling Shrimp. Now, as i was enjoying my rum-and-coke and pineapple-upside-down cake, Pete was workin' on his trademark forty like it was his goddamn job. It didn't take long for him to bring up the last Shrimp after party i had made it to, one on Seneca street at the residence of one Mark Blackman. What went down there? Well, as any who saw can tell you, and as even Pete himself will attest to, a relatively sober your's truly took the positively sauced Pete and Ben (Mauk) outside and whooped 'em but good.
So Pete starts to get pretty nuts, and soon enough begins yammering about how 'soft' the Skits are, how the Shrimp routinely out-party us and they will always be there to make us look 'weak'. Now, i dont know how much you the reader knows about gang warfare, but this trash talk of my crew -my very family, was tantamount to a slap in the face. I kindly reminded him of his track record, but he would have nothing of it, apparently that sucka-fool was just crusin' for a brusin'. One thing leads to another and i once again find myself outside in the lawn, circling Pete Sherman while crouched in the monkey stance. As a point of knowledge i'd like to pass on before i escape this mortal coil, Pete Sherman ain't got shit on the monkey stance -try it.
The first round saw me land a few good head shots and bring him to the ground maybe three times for his once on me. The judges (Dug K) agreed the round was mine, but Pete wasn't content and came out of the gate full steam for round 2. Thinking quick, i ducked down just as he was bearing down on me, then back up using his momentum to flip him over my back. Again he charges and again i bring his legs up over my shoulder and try as best i could to plant him in the garden alongside a lovely little shrub. I missed and ended up making him all too friednly with the shrub, and there, with him pinned in the greenery i made my power move: i was close enough to the window to start talkin to the girls inside watchin the fight, i dunno, but i think one of them was his girlfriend. That's right Pete, while i had you eatin turf i was advancing my game.
I was awarded the match on TKO and went back inside to continue by imbibitions. Now, the point of this story is a cautionary one, look out all you Skits, the Shrimp have gotten their hackles up. You go wanderin' into their turf you can expect some trouble, so watch your back. What does next week's Shrimp shrow after party hold in store? Who can say, but i wouldn't be surprised to find those Shrimp in numbers, soldiers with their colors on and their pride needin' some reinforcement. Let's see to it they have a memorable evening.