Club Chronicles pt12

Like a box of Krispy Kreme donuts....

I know a lot of the shit I rant about in club chronicles got people thinking the things I say should be common knowledge, but I'd run out of material if it was. So here comes number twelve. 

I know lining up with a bunch of frustrated bitches in heels isn't pleasant. I know. What I DON'T know is why you post up in line to complain about how long the line is. There's nothing wrong with a couple "holy shit"s and a few exasperated sighs, but some of y'all take it too far with the belly-achin'. You know regardless if it takes an hour for you to inch your way to the door you're going to stay in line. So cut it out. And stop getting mad at all the people who networked their way to NOT having to wait in line. Can we live? Believe me, we've done our fair share of waiting. 

Speaking of lines.... There are the odd nights when I spend some time outside chatting with folks and witness some strange shit. Like arguing with bouncers. Who does that? They're the ones in charge of letting people in, so why are you standing at the door arguing with them about getting in? "The club is at capacity," seems like the main phrase people have the most trouble with. It's like they think security is telling tales. More people = more money, what makes you think they're turning you away for any other reason than capacity? Does this huge dude with a flashlight and gloves on know you personally? Y'all got beef? If not, take their word for it, be sad, and vamoose. The argument you pick with the bouncers ain't getting you in. Trust me. 

Folks, we are each in charge of our own lives and therefore our own fun. Don't hold anyone else responsible for your fun. You came after last call? That sucks, hope you brought weed. You came late and they locked off the door? Pray no one saw you and use that outfit for another party.  Your flirty friend ditched you and is somewhere in a dark corner of the club with a nigga she just met? Hope you've got more friends in here. I don't have sympathy for people who knowingly do things and get pissed at the result. Certain actions have definite outcomes. Plan your partying effectively. 

*Sigh* I don't believe I have to even say this next one. 'Cause in all honesty it's something you should already know. But like I said; if people didn't act silly in the club... We wouldn't have club chronicles. But I digress. 

Niggaz, stop pullin' your money out in the club fake counting it for people to see. Fuck what you heard, that's how niggaz end up walking home with no shirt or shoes. Who are you trying to impress? The girls you're NOT tricking on or the niggaz preeing you that just so happened to get their straps in the club. Cut it he fuck out. You ever hear that made men don't make statements? Oh okay. 

And in light of the recent commotion in my city let me talk to y'all real quick. All this gun shit needs to cut out. Y'all nothin' but loose cannon mother fuckers with bad aim and poor judgement. There's no need for all this thuggery. What happened to the days you had to be a real nigga and snuff a man in his face? Now y'all being SLOPPY tryinna shoot mans from a distance in a crowd of innocent people. People who don't give a fuck about you and will make statements to put you in jail. 23 people? Really? This shit is out of hand. Get it the fuck together. Y'all pussies for needing guns and dumb criminals for doing shit in the public. Fuck boys. 

The Articulate Bitch