We be Clubbin’
Can’t do it. It is just not my scene.
Auuugh hippity hoppity music.
I really don’t see the appeal of clubbing. I was just…not even amused by…I’m not even sure what.
Actually I think I was offended the entire time.
I decided to take one for the team and go out with my line sisters. We ended up at a placed called “Cherry.” (Which I personally thought was one of the grungiest places I’ve ever been to). We posted up and scoped the place while outbursts of “OOOHH” disbursed themselves as popular songs (I’ve never heard) came on. At one point, the DJ announced that any girl dancing on the bar would get a free shot which attracted the most scantily clad, no underwear having females onto the bar so people could look at their vaginas. The bartender even went as far as to shine a flashlight on one girl’s private area.
It was a shame.
One dude grabbed my hand in an attempt to talk to me but I politely removed it. He looked similar to the following:
Call me siddity, I don’t care. Shoot I even admit it. I AM SADDITY! Sorry guys. I gave it a chance but I’m going to leave those kinds of parties and clubs to you youngin’s…
