The Black Banana to be exact. (whatever)
Was out to get my soul on. Pretty much expected to be the only cracka ass in the place, but so what. No bother to me.
So I get there about 2AM. Cause you ain't shit if you get there earlier. My EF Bruthas they knowwhutitalkingabouthere. So I go in.
WHAT IN THE WORLD????? Dudes, what the fuck? For reals. Fucking crying shame. <--- Only description I can give.
Yeah, I was the only whitey bread in there.
Yeah, I was the only person in there wearing my pants over my knees.
Yeah, I was the only person in there who didn't have a grill.
But that shit ain't what bothered me. Obviously RUN DMC is bringing back the 80's or shit. Big ass rope dope gold necklaces. Yeah... THOSE kinds. You know that RUN DMC was busting out and killing everyone with.
Muthafucking sunglasses, in a pitch black club. What is that shit about. And get this. Some sawed off little gangsta bitch about 4 foot nothing - in lifts. Walked across the dance floor and walked dead smack into me. She looked like a fucking nigga goth as all her clothes were obviously bought from Spencer or Hot Topic!. Her head bounced back and she took one her FIRST pair of shades. The big wrap around kind like Macho Man wore. (like you see the canadian tourists wear that wraps your whole face from nose to forehead. Then she looked up and took off her SECOND pair of sunglasses to give me some kind of cold-as-ice dead eye glare. I had to crane my head down to look in her face. That's how short she was. I was like "you didn't see my white ass standing here?" She rolled her eyes, uttered a Pfffftt sound, put Sunglasses #1 back on. Put a toothpick in her mouth. Put Sunglasses #2 back on. Pull her hoodie up over head and shuffled off Mummy speed style. Imagine Gary Coleman in goth clothes moving like his feet were shackled... now you got the picture.
And the rest of the bitches? Standing around on the walls fucking text messaging like crazy. WTF? This is a black club. And ain't no bitches tearing up the dance floor? I should have broken out the old windmill and got this party started. But these fools standing around not moving. (Most likely because their asses couldn't see where to move because they were wearing fucking sunglasses too.)
This place obviously called for a suicide bomber. They ain't making niggas like they used to. I used to throw down at Club112 in Atlanta when it was in Buckhead by the Disco Kroger. So I know what a black club like. Them boys know how to party up there. These fools down here look like they waiting for someone to pull out a gun and say "alright.. dance bitches."
One thing that hasn't changed though... brothas start playa hating when the black mamas come over tee-heeing around me and touching me. And black just LOVE an old white boy in their club. Like a damn exotic novelty item.
What a waste of my time.
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