Been kicked out plenty of times when I'm with my boys. Fights with security, stealing bottles, grabbing on bytches etc, standard shyt.
But the last time I got kicked out when it was just me-ish?
Damn, a long time ago, back when my girl and I had only been together for a year or two. Her and I were in a bar that had a relatively large dance spot, so we get to grinding on each other, feeling on each other and all that. Girl gets extra freaky and drops to her knees, from behind looking up at me with the back of her head up against my dikk, whilst biting her lip. Had me hard as fukk.
Next thing I know, I'm in a headlock getting dragged out by these two brolic cats (woody chilling in my jeans ... not because of them, for you 'pause'-types).
They take me out the joint and we get to arguing. They tell me I was dancing too inapproriate with that girl. I told them c*nts "that girl" was my fukking girlfriend.
These fukksticks had the damn nerve to say "
She can stay, you can't"
My girlfriend comes outside as she had to go collect our jackets.
They say "Don't worry babe, you can stay in, it's just him, he can't come back."
She tells them that she's leaving with her man
I had to laugh at the sorry fukks, grab my girl's ass and proceed to Nacho Vidal the night away.