We took my sister out to her favourite club last night. It might just be the last club in the world that plays Motley Crew, Bon Jovi, Guns & Roses, AC/DC and Deep Purple. I’m not denying that other clubs play this music, but who’s really going to show up to head bang to 80’s rock? That might explain why most of the men in this club had longer hair than the women.
Anyway, there was one guy in particular that was dancing, how you say, fairyish? I don’t have anything against gay people, and he wasn’t even gay anyway, he was just dancing the part. My brother made me a bet that I wouldn’t walk up to him and rip open my button-up shirt in his face.
The shirt I was wearing used clip on buttons instead of regular buttons, so I walked up to him while he was dancing, tapped him on the shoulder, and ripped open my shirt Hulk Hogan style. He was pretty shocked. I think watching the Borat movie on Friday night motivated me to shock people over the last couple of days. We had a good laugh about it and that is all I have to say about that.