First of all, I'm allowed to call the M.O.P. a douche because we go way back and he knows I love-hate him. Second of all, if you've never been to the Clermont...what's wrong with you? It's the seediest place in all of Atlanta. The last time I was there, I had a large set of breasts that smelled of PBR placed on my face. The PBR was from the beer can that was crushed in the cleavage of the lovely exotic dancer (who is also a grandmother!) only moments before. Really, the place is a landmark of this great city, and one of my favorites to drink at when the occasion calls for it. In an interview with the Mayor of Ponce last night, I'm told that this event will kick off at around 10:00. As always, I may or may not go. I've had the year from hell so far, and this would probably be a fun thing to do. But it might be cheaper if I sit at home and polish off the bottle of Grey Goose I opened last night. Anyways, there you go. Do what you will with it.
5 comments:
Boo-ya!
thanx leah, i've long accepted my douchyness.
yeah, i hate the word "crunk" as well. thats kinda the point. we're not really dj's. we're STDj's. we make fun of dj's that take themselves too seriously.
but for serious, its gonna be a seriously fun nite. no, serious.
so get yer retarted asses there. beers are only $2. go to coinstar at killa kroger next door and u can probably afford a 6'er in that shit-hole.
You mean Crackroger? I'll stick to paper. Those coins be my laundry dough.
I'm always up for anything that features a Gary Coleman/Mr. T dwarfbaby hybrid on the promotional poster.
...and within (almost) walking distance of your apartment! Not that I encourage walking that far that late, but you know.
Star Bar on Mondays is Hella more shady then Clairmont
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