Slangs part 2

It was a dark night. Rain poured like god was crying and I ran from my car door with my jacket over my head to the entrance of the “WHISTLER”. It was a karaoke club where middle aged men like me, want to feel appreciated by younger women and pretend that we weren’t going through a middle aged crisis. As, I walked in I saw many other fellows that I’d seen before; some with wives, some with daughters and some with even grandchildren. But, anyways we didn’t care all we needed was a little attention from a sexy waitress who would occasionally put on a fake smile so that we could tell our neighbor, “She’s got the hots for me!”
I was escorted to a one seater table and chair and I ordered a cold beer with a side order of bar-b-que wings and looked around to see if there was anyone new in the place. Actually, there were two new faces I had never seen before but they weren’t sitting together and looked rather angry at each other for some reason? It didn’t bother me until I saw something that I had never seen before in my entire life. It was so GUBU that vomit came into my mouth and splurged all over the table and on to by shirt. The waitress came running and asked me what happened and I just stared and pointed and she dropped what she was holding and it crashed to the ground causing everyone in the club to stare. It was a jungle of hair on a woman’s legs. How could it be? How can she be wearing such a dress and never have shaven her legs? Is it really a woman or a MAN! I was shocked. I tried to gather my belongings, but, I just heard this voice come from that direction and it said, “Hey you good-looking! Like you want a piece ah dis?” I prayed that she wasn’t talking to me, but, she was facing my direction and I was sitting by the wall.
After, a short pause I couldn’t have left the situation so I mustered up some bravery and shouted out, “Hey uh CHI CHI MAN, badman don’t deal wid these things! Badman gon beat you down and kick you bozooty out of dis bar!” I had never felt so courageous in my entire life. Until, she got up and was very angry. She was walking towards me like a military army of combat trained professionals. Strong, muscular and unbwogable like a wrestler, trying to walk like a woman but you could clearly see the distinction. I wanted to cry and run away but, she looked like she could run fast even in those monstrous heels. We were face to face but she only did me one thing. Smiled. Then she walked away and as she left an uproar of laughter came from across the room and she gave the entire club the “one finger peace sign” and left the club.