Hey dudes...
I went out carousing for some poon last night. Shaved my balls and everything.
Started out promising, got buzzed and high, and then hit up a few joints with two of my boys, the Gigolo, and the Monster. We warmed up at couple of little cozy watering holes, then went over to the It Spot.
Dudes, word must'a got out, cuz all the loogans were in attendance.
But I wanted to get laid, or at least get my weasel sucked...but all I got was some lousy digits off a couple of skeezes, one of which was only down for some bullshit kissy-kissy.
Basically, in my books, the night was a loss. A big L in the win-loss column...something you hockey-goofs can comprehend.
Anyhow, what stood out, was the loads of cliques. Some of the players on here will know what I mean.
Talkin' bout them wack-ass co-ed cliques: bunch of boys and girls, some of them couples, hitting up clubs meant for singles and players. That shit irritates me something awful.
How whipped can a dude get?
Your silly bitch wants to go clubbing with her BFFs and their boyfriends, and suddenly you're along for the ride - hanging out with a bunch of popeyes you barely know, just to give your skeez a good time. Weak ass sissy.
The club was full of that shit. I thought I stepped into some Muchmoremusic video. Some get-along-gang of whacked out couples dancing around like some Britney Spears video from 1998.
Even worse -were them "girlgangs" - y'know, when a bunch of female BFFs clique-up to go "dancing".
All over the place all I saw was packs of office skeezes dancing in these circle-barricades...and you just know in the real world they secretly despise one another, but 'lo, on party nights they're suddenly bosom buddies.
It made my stomach sick...really it did. Here were all these skeezes dressed to kill, flaunting their junk, but not wanting to talk to a dude all night.
And when I read in the papers about some skeez that gets her drink spiked with a roofy and winds up starring in a gangbang in some Chevy Tahoe, am I suppose to fret?? Nope.
Anyhow, being who we are, we just rained on people's parade. I'm sorry, but clubs are meant for mingling with people.
Y'know single's bars, night clubs - they're the places people go to meet new people...not carry on with the same chumps they've been partying with since high school.
So we got drunk and higher, then pinched nuff assess, grabbed nuff women walking by, grinded hos on the dancefloor, punked dudes in front of their dates - the works. Shit went south real fast last night.
My boy was chatting to some girl from one those co-ed cliques, and then...listen to this dudes, some popeye that wasn't even her boyfriend interrupts to play good-samaritan.
He's like, "hey man, she's taken", or something along those lines.
I'm like, "by whom, you??"
"No, but trust me, she has a boyfriend."
Next thing I know, some next chick, her BFF I guess, comes out of nowhere and grabs the first chick and carts her away.
Me and the monster are just staring at each other.
Anyhow, we did wind up with some numbers...which, I now can't seem to find. Oh, well.
On the way out though, come last call, we pass the coat check and Monster has this beady little stare, and 'lo I immediately recognize the overprotective popeye from earlier.
I know what's coming next, so I turn to my other boy, Gigolo, and I say, "yo, watch this".
Sure enough, my boy just claps this fool flush on the mouth right next to the coat check counter. Out!!!
Buddy's just lying there and his girlfriend gets hysterical. The bouncer who was right there just lets us walk by and does nothing.
Me and the Gigolo are just laughing our assess off outside trying to light our cigarettes.
Anyhow, we will try again tonight...hopefully shit works out better.
Peace out pigeons
I went out carousing for some poon last night. Shaved my balls and everything.
Started out promising, got buzzed and high, and then hit up a few joints with two of my boys, the Gigolo, and the Monster. We warmed up at couple of little cozy watering holes, then went over to the It Spot.
Dudes, word must'a got out, cuz all the loogans were in attendance.
But I wanted to get laid, or at least get my weasel sucked...but all I got was some lousy digits off a couple of skeezes, one of which was only down for some bullshit kissy-kissy.
Basically, in my books, the night was a loss. A big L in the win-loss column...something you hockey-goofs can comprehend.
Anyhow, what stood out, was the loads of cliques. Some of the players on here will know what I mean.
Talkin' bout them wack-ass co-ed cliques: bunch of boys and girls, some of them couples, hitting up clubs meant for singles and players. That shit irritates me something awful.
How whipped can a dude get?
Your silly bitch wants to go clubbing with her BFFs and their boyfriends, and suddenly you're along for the ride - hanging out with a bunch of popeyes you barely know, just to give your skeez a good time. Weak ass sissy.
The club was full of that shit. I thought I stepped into some Muchmoremusic video. Some get-along-gang of whacked out couples dancing around like some Britney Spears video from 1998.
Even worse -were them "girlgangs" - y'know, when a bunch of female BFFs clique-up to go "dancing".
All over the place all I saw was packs of office skeezes dancing in these circle-barricades...and you just know in the real world they secretly despise one another, but 'lo, on party nights they're suddenly bosom buddies.
It made my stomach sick...really it did. Here were all these skeezes dressed to kill, flaunting their junk, but not wanting to talk to a dude all night.
And when I read in the papers about some skeez that gets her drink spiked with a roofy and winds up starring in a gangbang in some Chevy Tahoe, am I suppose to fret?? Nope.
Anyhow, being who we are, we just rained on people's parade. I'm sorry, but clubs are meant for mingling with people.
Y'know single's bars, night clubs - they're the places people go to meet new people...not carry on with the same chumps they've been partying with since high school.
So we got drunk and higher, then pinched nuff assess, grabbed nuff women walking by, grinded hos on the dancefloor, punked dudes in front of their dates - the works. Shit went south real fast last night.
My boy was chatting to some girl from one those co-ed cliques, and then...listen to this dudes, some popeye that wasn't even her boyfriend interrupts to play good-samaritan.
He's like, "hey man, she's taken", or something along those lines.
I'm like, "by whom, you??"
"No, but trust me, she has a boyfriend."
Next thing I know, some next chick, her BFF I guess, comes out of nowhere and grabs the first chick and carts her away.
Me and the monster are just staring at each other.
Anyhow, we did wind up with some numbers...which, I now can't seem to find. Oh, well.
On the way out though, come last call, we pass the coat check and Monster has this beady little stare, and 'lo I immediately recognize the overprotective popeye from earlier.
I know what's coming next, so I turn to my other boy, Gigolo, and I say, "yo, watch this".
Sure enough, my boy just claps this fool flush on the mouth right next to the coat check counter. Out!!!
Buddy's just lying there and his girlfriend gets hysterical. The bouncer who was right there just lets us walk by and does nothing.
Me and the Gigolo are just laughing our assess off outside trying to light our cigarettes.
Anyhow, we will try again tonight...hopefully shit works out better.
Peace out pigeons
