Now I remember why I never go to the dance clubs......
So last night a lot of my old friends blow into town for the weekend and decide that they want to go to the club. Personally, I hate going to the clubs. Bad music, overpriced alcohol, dress codes, assh*le bouncers, and even b*tchier women who think that they're some kind of prize.
I get to the door and the bouncer says that my pants are "too baggy" and I can't be let inside. Normally, I would have just went home and stayed there. However, I wanted to see all of my friends and I swallowed my pride and went home and f*cking changed. I get back to the club and I order a Bud Light and I find the darkest corner that I can find and I sit. Then all of my friends come and we sit, drink, and talk. My friend Shane's older, and f*cking incredibly hot, sister, Angela, proceeds to feed me shots of tequila, for some reason. I suck down about 4 shots and I start to feel a little better. Over the course of the night, I run into a lot of people I know and we bullshit and chit-chat. All of the girls are on the dance floor doing those retarded ass dances like the "Stanky Leg", whatever the f*ck that is, and are acting like typical women.
We leave the club, go to Whataburger (great drunk food), come back to my house and I just smooth pass out. Now I'm eating my burger I didnt eat last night since I was verrrry drunk.
I didnt even get laid last night.