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| - Last night was the second night I found myself going to 'The Brunny'. The first time was enough to throw anyone off going again, and that should've been my hint from the start. But it was the whole, my friend knew a friend that could get us in for free and get us free coat check, etc. etc. So, without any other plans for a Friday night, I took up my friends offer of going. Again.
Now, before I go any further, please disregard any personal intonations that may connect you to this description. I perhaps may have entered the bar last night a little too sober, and suddenly everything was highlighted. The overweight gina's in belly tops standing on the dance floor in WAY too high heels and apparently dacning, although I don't know if you call the minimal motions that they were doing dancing. It may have just been the latex fit of their two sizes too small clothing that prevented them from making any exaggerated movements. Then there were your American Apparel girlies, clad in cotton dresses that rode higher and higher as they booty dipped to the ground to peacock for the surrounding male crowd. Which, by the way, stands around the dance floor, in a circle, and literally, points and laughs, or points and makes inappropriate pelvic gestures towards.
I had the overwhelming feeling that I was part of an ape pack when I entered the Brunny last night. Albeit, I am aware that these are the goingons of most night clubs and bars down town (don't even get me started on places like Circa). But it was all just so absolutely carnal and taking the human genotype back a few generations to the point where I found it necessary to go home and read a book or have a weighty conversation with someone who wasn't clad in bright colors or corsettes.
The crowd this place attracts IS WEIRD and I'm pretty sure most of their IQ's aren't helped by dousing themselves in alcoholic beverages as they chase stumbling female apes up and around the barrel like stages while they dry hump a pole.
On that note. If you'd like a laugh, go here sober. I swear, I was cracking up until some hairy chimp started checking me for head lice.
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