Night clubs are the biggest rip off on the face of the planet and anyone who willingly visits them should be tortured with rusty fucking nails, saws, power-drills, cutlery etc… they are the worst places someone outside the normal could ever be for fucks sake come on what enjoyment would one derive from going to a place that stinks of sweat and the music is fucking atrocious its not even Brit-Pop top 40 bullshit its all fucking remixs were all the fucking morons "dancing" jump around like fish in a fucking barrel every time these words are uttered through a mass distortion mic " ARE YOU READY", "PARTY", "SOUND", "BOOTY", "RHYTHM", "BEATS", and every other word you hear the techno fuck junkies saying to describe their weekends which makes you want to smash their face with a reinforced lead pipe…
Paying for the privilege to be allowed into the cesspool of stench and conformation is just the first part of your fucked up night and getting some fucking UV stamp WOW this makes me feel so special err no use ink like everyone else you fuckwit I don't want this glowing shit all over my arm when I go to an actual bar to drink copious amounts of alcohol to drown out the nightmares of the nightclub… and every fucking person looks exactly the fucking same where is the individuality fuck its like a fucking uniform and it looks worse than those ones that the franchise pimple face fucks at maccas have to wear… its not just the clothing too everything down to hair length shoes accessories fuck even down to their $49.99 rub on fucking tans its all the same FUCK GET AN IDENTITY!!! And the over priced drinks fuck off I could be buying a fucking enormous drink down the road full of any fruit garnish I desire but no I pay for this fucking piss weak not even full "vodka" that's so watered down I cant taste it and I don't even get a fucking straw let alone a fruit garnish… and what's the deal with people dancing maybe they should go home and take a long hard look in the mirror and realize moving your feet in two different directions and having ass spasms with your over weight cellulite ass in pants that are a) too small for your fat ass or b) engulfed by the vacuum of gravity surrounding the black hole of your ass… and waving your arms like your signaling traffic upside-down doped out of your head on acid, E's, and wizz all at once… GET OVER IT YOU CANT DANCE YOU'RE FUCKING PATHETIC YOU'RE THE KIND OF PEOPLE WHO CRY AT THE END OF THE NIGHT CAUSE YOU DIDN'T PICK UP THEN BLAME YOUR FRIENDS FOR IT ---NEWS FLASH--- YOUR UGLY YOUR FAT YOU "DANCE" LIKE A SPASTIC HUMMING BIRD WITH NO SENSE OF DIRECTION AND YOU LOOK LIKE EVERYOTHER SPASTIC HUMMING BIRD IN THERE DO THE MATH RETARD---
Thanks to my experiences in this field last night I now will rather be dragged for several kilometers behind a moving vehicle over a surface cover with rusty nails, broken glass, used syringes, lit cigarette butts, and various other sharp and pointy implements while smeared with meat sauce and having starving baboons rip and devour the skin from my body and to top it all off spend the rest of eternity in a small metallic box being poked with hot pikes while being periodically dipped into a vat of acidic stomach bile filled with leeches….. than ever enter another nightclub again… Im going sticking with the bar scene at least nobody gives a fuck who you are there
