The crazy thing is that you idiots pay a premium to do this sh!t.
I swear, it's cheaper partying DOWNTOWN than partying deep in the hood. It's crazy.
It was like that back in college, too.
You had to drop $20 at the door for those ICEBREAKERS hosted by THE QUES or whatever. The situation is straight ass cheeks. Not only do you have to drop $20 at the door then you gotta get patted down and hit with the metal detector wand, all while getting eyeballed by amped up thugs posing as security. When you get in, you gotta pay another $5 for some b!tch with an attitude to hold your coat. You don't even know if you're going to get your sh!t back once you notice the sleaseballs they have handling your sh!t.
Once you finally get in, the place is PACKED because it's the only place for hoodboogers to congregate for miles. This means no room to move without pissing off some hood or getting in some ratted out scalywag's face. If you can make it to the bar without getting in a life threatening confrontation like the threadstarter, you start to order your drinks. The bartenders don't know how to make anything that costs less than $10.00. Oh, you want a beer instead? Fine, we only have Heiniken and Bud Light. That'll be $8.50, n!gga. I guess it's priced to include gratuity right off the top, but mind you, you've already spent $30 some odd bucks right now, and you're on your first round and you haven't talked to any girls yet.
Want to holla at some broads? Cool. Take a look at your selection... a strong 75% are fat chicks. Automatic DQ. So of the remaining 25% of these women 50% of them are not willing to speak to you if you're not a drug dealer or on the team, so they're out. Of the remaining 12.5% of the women that are actually approachable 50% of these women are looking for a come up on some lazy b!tch type sh!t. "Oh yeah, I'm a model..." Right, b!tch. So we're left with 6.25% of women in this club that are actually worth a damn to talk to... fine... talk to her, go for it. Watch out for the beat box. You're not Michael Ealy or Morris Chestnut so you're the worst thing she's ever encountered in her life. She and her ugly friends will be sure to let you know this fact very explicitly.
Now you got to account for the men in this scenario. As the threadstarter has pointed out, a lot of the dudes in these clubs are nuckleheads looking to start a fight. Want to talk to that chick? Let's scrap, n!gga. Some guy doesn't like your hat, time to scrap. Don't set ya drink down... one of these guys will pick that b!tch right up and goon you down on some DeBoe sh!t. Oh you have some pride? Want to take it to blows? Well there's the security, those really amped up failed athletes that just can't wait to do the only thing they're good at... fighting out of shape hoodboogers. They're always there to really amp any situation up into a full blown WSHH incident. If you're not in a fight with one of the random thugs occupying the joint then one of these goons will be sure to find a problem with something about you.
Dodging all the violence? Great! Now you get to stand around in sunglasses, with your $20 drink, looking "cool" with all the rest of the dweebs looking like you're posing for a McDonald's advert.
Wanna go home with something? Great. Watch out for the HIV. The monster lurks...
Oh, yeah, don't try any funny business outside. All the cops know where you are and they're showing force.
at asking random nikkas 20 questions to talk to a bytch you shouldn't be talking to anyway. Any real nikka would of gotten annoyed about that shyt. The fukk was a nikka supposed to do, Roll the red carpet out for you to sweep the chick off her feet on some movie shyt.
