Sweat Hog

I mean no disrespect to my real sweat hogs. Some friends and I went to the races at Cedar Lake. That meant party time! I was sitting on the hood of my Mudshark with a girl that I used to meet at the races. Some one came up and sucker punched me in the side of my face. I figured it was one of my friends so I didn't even turn my head until the girl turned and her eyes got big. I turned my head to see this big fat guy wearing a Hamm's t-shirt, so I started to laugh. Standing behind him was three guys and his girlfriend crying her eyes out. Maybe I should explain what happened.
When we go to the track we pulled in next to this pig who started going nuts and screaming that we couldn't park there. After having some words I told her that "I wouldn't park there anyway, you big, ugly, fat sweat hog!" So,we moved and I thought that was the end of it. But when I saw her standing there, I just started to laugh more. He started to scream at me, "what did you call her!" I just started to laugh harder. He then said to me, "Did you call her a big ugly sweat hog? You tell her that you are sorry." So, I did. I told her that I was sorry that she was a fat ugly sweat hog. I thought I was history at that point. After all, I was just one against five. But they just turned around and left. I couldn't believe it! I turned around and seen that they had more guys coming down the hill. I guess that scared them away. They had tire irons and baseball bats. They had come to help me because they had seen what had happened. I had no idea who they were, but we became friends after that. I have many more stories about Cedar Lake later.