Freakshow
I was out on the town last night with my friend G and we were on the prowl for some quality men that would spend their time and money on us.
WELL.
We were soon in for a rude awakening that apparently we didn't get the memo that last night was the night when all the freaks came out to play. On the dance floor, these weird guys kept dancing with us, and every guy was weirder and uglier than the previous. G totally summed up the whole night by saying, "I literally could NOT stop laughing the whole time we were dancing."
Amen, sister.
It's not to say we didn't have an awesome time, because we always do. But oh Lordy, where do these freaks come from?! There was a group of men who looked like they haven't shaved or bathed in months, so we called them Cavemen. One of tried dancing with me at one point and I just gave him the Don't-You_Dare-Touch-Me-Or-I-Will-Kill-You look. He quickly got the point.
There was another guy who I thought was sort of cute in the beginning, but then he began freaking everyone and their mother out with these crazy outlandish moves. And that's when I realized that he was none other than a dellisional white boy. I had to get away.
Finally there was this really wasted guy in a pink shirt, who was already trashed when we got there at 10pm. Well, his drunkenness continued through the night and finally he was so gone he began stripping on the dance floor and every time we looked at him he would be wearing one less article of clothing. The Stripper, as I will call him, took up one third of the dance floor because, for obvious reasons, not a lot of people wanted to be around a semi-naked man. And his friends just thought it would be HILLARIOUS to keep feeding him drinks. Bad idea, Stripper's friends, very bad idea.
But now it's Sunday and I'm trying to do some work... but really, I am already thinking about Wednesday so Joanna and I could go to Heaven.
Until next time, don't let the Gray Goose get you too loose,
-Jess
WELL.
We were soon in for a rude awakening that apparently we didn't get the memo that last night was the night when all the freaks came out to play. On the dance floor, these weird guys kept dancing with us, and every guy was weirder and uglier than the previous. G totally summed up the whole night by saying, "I literally could NOT stop laughing the whole time we were dancing."
Amen, sister.
It's not to say we didn't have an awesome time, because we always do. But oh Lordy, where do these freaks come from?! There was a group of men who looked like they haven't shaved or bathed in months, so we called them Cavemen. One of tried dancing with me at one point and I just gave him the Don't-You_Dare-Touch-Me-Or-I-Will-Kill-You look. He quickly got the point.
There was another guy who I thought was sort of cute in the beginning, but then he began freaking everyone and their mother out with these crazy outlandish moves. And that's when I realized that he was none other than a dellisional white boy. I had to get away.
Finally there was this really wasted guy in a pink shirt, who was already trashed when we got there at 10pm. Well, his drunkenness continued through the night and finally he was so gone he began stripping on the dance floor and every time we looked at him he would be wearing one less article of clothing. The Stripper, as I will call him, took up one third of the dance floor because, for obvious reasons, not a lot of people wanted to be around a semi-naked man. And his friends just thought it would be HILLARIOUS to keep feeding him drinks. Bad idea, Stripper's friends, very bad idea.
But now it's Sunday and I'm trying to do some work... but really, I am already thinking about Wednesday so Joanna and I could go to Heaven.
Until next time, don't let the Gray Goose get you too loose,
-Jess
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