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| - Jenn H. pretty much sums it up.
But my twist is that I once wore a light pink, super duper deep v (i'm talking belly button showing) American Apparel tee.
The bouncer said, "You can't come in." I said, "Why?" He said, "No plain white shirts." I said "Duder, this is totally pink." He said "Well, if you can admit that."
So a couple minutes after I go inside, an even larger gentleman asks me to step outside. "No plain white shirts, hipster-style or not." "Brother from another mother of the same color, I'm not a gansta, nor is this white. It's pink." He said, "Management says you can stay but next time don't wear that."
I left. If they're that worried about my safety for wearing the gayest shirt in the western civilization, I figured I should take note. Plus, plain white tees don't kill people, people with mustaches kill people.
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