Allllllllllllright...
If there's anything that I learned tonight... well, I learned two things. First. When someone tells you (and it helps if this someone is a super hot chick who may or may not dance professionally (not like that) for a living) that her friend who is coming out to the bar to meet up is the black you...? Well then. Take some serious notes. Because, for some reason, if the black you (and this could be anyone who is not black, especially if you have a pretty severe alcohol problem, as I do) actually shows up at the bar, you could learn a few things. Such as:
1. How to wear a hat (like the hat could be smokin' cigarettes and why the fuck would it matter?)
2. How not to speak coherent english
okay, two. Two is a number.
The other thing I learned: Don't spread gossip. Amongst even your closest friends. They are out to get you.
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