We had our little bar full of bikers last night.  They for the most part are not like they seem, big burly drug dealers, yes, but they all look so cuddley.

Our local Hessians are the Devil's Finger.  Guess which one.

The Finger's come in here four or five times a month, they are sort of a traveling horror show.  They go to this bar and fuck it up, then they move on to the next one in a cycle undending.

So they came in here to celebrate the acension of one of their probies to a full Finger.  They kept calling him "Pinky."

Later in the evening, Pinky's girl shows up for the party.  At this time everyone in the bar is in a full thrust of a drunk and several members keep walking out the front door for some blow I imagine.

Pinky's wife is one of these blowsy broads that hangs around these guys.  Loud, obnoxious, and tits falling all over the place.

The President of the Club, a guy called Thick Mike, I've dealt with him before, asks Pinky's wife for a table dance.  Despite my protests she's wiggling her cellulite on the bar.  Thick Mike can't control himself and grabs her and drags her into the bathroom.

Pinky was outside getting high and when he comes in, Pinky realizes his girl is gone and goes absolute apeshit. 

Thick Mike leaves the bathroom zipping up his fly.  He asks me for a beer and sticks his fucking finger under my nose.

It smells like pussy or drano, I can't tell.

Pinky rushes into the bathroom and starts screaming.

It all happened a little fast at that point.

Bottomline is Pinky stabs his wife and Thick Mike.  The rest of the club take Pinky out and curbstomp him to death.  The wife died later and according to the EMT probably already had brain damage before Pinky opened her throat.  Thick Mike is in intensive care but is stable.

Hell of a party.