So people are lame, basically. Having newly single friends means I'm going out at a pace that would make Paris Hilton tired... ok, maybe not Paris, but the other one that no one really knows, with the "fashion line". Paris's party habits are hard to immitate, one because I can't sleep till 1 pm everyday and two I don't want to be famous for absolutley nothing. Not that number two has anything to do with partying but the point still needs to be made... I mean really, I want to be famous for nothing, how cool would that be?
I digress. So Dallas has some of the lamest bars ever.
Below are the requirements to enter the bar located at 1300 Lame St.
Men: Be a complete douche, on coke.
Women: Be a complete stuck up bitch, on coke.
I didn't chose the bar we went to last night but went b/c there was a friend there. Lets just say the ratio of ages of Men to Women was seriously off balance. In fact, I think I saw my parents there and maybe even got a glimpse of my grandparents... Go home Nana, it's time to take your insulin shot.
Here's a way to know when you're too old - When you start wearing loafers to the bar. Get a bottle of scotch and some cigars and stay home...
Is this what our society has come to? Really?! 20-something chicks looking for older men to take care of them and 40-something old men looking for a 20-something chick to bang for a while? Great and dandy if it weren't for the 60+ years that we've been fighting to prove our independence and worth to the world. The makers of Viagra are somewhere partying and toasting this epidemic.
Back to the lameness. I find it humorous that girls think they are better than everyone else in a bar. I want to stop them and ask "you do realize we're in the SAME bar, right?" I have a short temper and low patience for this stupidity and it won't be long before someone's getting an inside kick to the face. But really, can we all please stop being so lame?
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