How low have we come as a fucking male species. I mean seriously.
How low did y'all go.
I'm about to do another drunk post, this is real talk fellas.
Tonight I went out with a couple coworkers: one is a original gangster, the other is a liberal.
Need I say more?
Now notice the differences.
...Both were talking to this one chick.
She was white with a "I-wanna-be-a-gangster-bitch" attitude, looked like a stoner but wasn't chill... And all at the same time. You know... I don't know, I'm confused.
She just looked like a bitch. Done.
The OG got hit with some trash talk, but she pulled a quick reversal,
"Oh no, OMG. Just kidding! No really doe, whatchu doing round these parts."
I guess she was digging the gangster. She explained how we're in her hood, and shit like that... Sure... Guess she's trying to say she's a bad bitch.
I didn't know living in a rich, white neighborhood was JUST like living in the projects!
"You got a problem with gay people?"
Andy spits back,
"Fuck you, I wasn't even talking to you."
Hey, what a coincidence! This is starting to remind me of that one night at the strip club. Except this time, we have an easily offended twink yelling at us.
How come everything reminds of that stripper bitch? Maybe I'm just scarred.
"No fuck YOU, you discriminating bigot! All you cis-males are the same!"
I tried ordering some popcorn from the bartenders, but they ignored me... It's okay, thanks for saving me money. No tips fah u! ASSHOLES.
But I was confused, what in the world is a cis-male? I've never heard that term before.
I've mentioned this before, even the King of Instagram said it.
Nightclubs are nothing but a waste of time, money and energy if you are only after wild donkey sex.
Nightclubs are in a way, a lot like strippers. They look good, they look easy and they got their legs open pussy spread.
But, not so fast.
Just like those fucking strippers... it's all a ploy, a game, a hustle by design. Strippers might feel sorry for your ass and toss some pity sex your way. Bitches at the club? That's a big if. You could sell both kidneys buying drinks for hoe and friends and still get laughed at for being a fucking loser.
So what's wrong with nightclubs?
1. The number one thing you will notice after a few rounds of clubbing is that every girl, for some reason, assumes she has become a 10/10.
It's dark, but not that dark. I remember like it was yesterday (it probably was), I was trying to move out of the way for this girl and her friend.
"I go in to Pandora or Sands, I "engage with a lap-entertainment specialist", and, "for minor discretionary renumeration", certain "non-transactional pleasurable services are rendered. ".
The difference is, the pleasure consultant does not feel like a cheap tool. And she shouldn't; she's an expensive tool. Very high batting average. No gansta-rap gold-tooth-cap baggy-pants posing needed."
Sounds like someone got confidence issues.
First of all, you spelt "remuneration" wrong.
It's like, if you hate yourself SO MUCH that strippers are your go-to angelic savior.