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Originally posted by SleazyDream
it's called growing up
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Amen.
Never been much for clubbing.
Give me a dank old Irish bar any day of the week, with nothing but beer. And I mean beer, nothing with fucking berries it, nothing clear. The music is generally better as well.
Made the mistake of going to a "club" in Pontiac fucking Michigan last week with my girlfriend. If I was a suicide bomber, fuck taking out an SBarro... I would just dance my way into the middle of the dance floor at some hooch club and do some thinning of the gene pool. Fucking cattle, I wanted to murder them all.