My Fifth Entry
CLUB JET LI
As I can recall one long summer in the Biggity Biggity Bay, the crew decided to take a turn in lifestyle, and change up the scene. The highest priority was to get out more and explore our spiritual needs than what the world could give us. Mainly the spasm of debunked Jesuit college graduates that deeply believed in the right-wing education that was in the middle of the far left-wing capitals of the world. Anyhow, diving into the temptation fueled by a fruit of another sex, the one goal for that summer was basically to get ass. On another note, ass was not going to come to a bunch of studs sitting in their apartments drinking 40's and playing PS2, instead the mission was to go get it.
In an essence, our research led us to discover an upscale club which was never really advertised in the SF Weekly or the Lifestyle section of the Chronicle, but instead, we heard it from a Chinese friend our ours who claimed he bounced at a club not too far from the crib. On our way to the club, we tell each other that this night will not fail us. We will definitely score and score high. We roll up to the club entrance and there are about 5 or 6 kats in line, and they were all "Jiggy'd Out". Like big willies and Kenny Coles. Under dressed for the occassion, the crew got a funny ass look by the bouncers and the girls at the window. As we entered the club, we were greeted by this clown who dressed and looked DEAD ON like Jet Li. As we moved around the club to score on some honies...this Jet Li guy was following us around. As we posted up by the bar and looked around...each table had a bottle of Crown Royal and madd bottles of Wine all around. Each Table...and everyone in there were all Chinese...and one white girl. Then it was the crew.
As the bold and dedicated kats that we are, we were not to fail, the crew chases me to ask a chinese girl to dance. I spot a group of girls standing around and a friend of theirs just dancing in one place. I walk over to her and ask her. She looks at me like "I No Speak-Ah No English"...so I ask again, and as soon as I turn around accepting rejection, guess who is behind me looking over my shoulder....the Jet Li Clown. I finally notice his ear piece in his ear and the other bouncers starting to notice that the crew didn't belong. So we go the hell out of dodge, later to speculate that it was a private party held by the Chinese Mafia, or if the wanna be Jet Li actually knew enough Karate to kick my ass.
The point of it all is, girls that say NO with an accent, mean NO. Girls the say NO in plain english, mean YES.
Girls with their heads down mean, I AM A FREAK CAN YOU BREAK ME?
End of my Fifth Entry
CLUB JET LI
As I can recall one long summer in the Biggity Biggity Bay, the crew decided to take a turn in lifestyle, and change up the scene. The highest priority was to get out more and explore our spiritual needs than what the world could give us. Mainly the spasm of debunked Jesuit college graduates that deeply believed in the right-wing education that was in the middle of the far left-wing capitals of the world. Anyhow, diving into the temptation fueled by a fruit of another sex, the one goal for that summer was basically to get ass. On another note, ass was not going to come to a bunch of studs sitting in their apartments drinking 40's and playing PS2, instead the mission was to go get it.
In an essence, our research led us to discover an upscale club which was never really advertised in the SF Weekly or the Lifestyle section of the Chronicle, but instead, we heard it from a Chinese friend our ours who claimed he bounced at a club not too far from the crib. On our way to the club, we tell each other that this night will not fail us. We will definitely score and score high. We roll up to the club entrance and there are about 5 or 6 kats in line, and they were all "Jiggy'd Out". Like big willies and Kenny Coles. Under dressed for the occassion, the crew got a funny ass look by the bouncers and the girls at the window. As we entered the club, we were greeted by this clown who dressed and looked DEAD ON like Jet Li. As we moved around the club to score on some honies...this Jet Li guy was following us around. As we posted up by the bar and looked around...each table had a bottle of Crown Royal and madd bottles of Wine all around. Each Table...and everyone in there were all Chinese...and one white girl. Then it was the crew.
As the bold and dedicated kats that we are, we were not to fail, the crew chases me to ask a chinese girl to dance. I spot a group of girls standing around and a friend of theirs just dancing in one place. I walk over to her and ask her. She looks at me like "I No Speak-Ah No English"...so I ask again, and as soon as I turn around accepting rejection, guess who is behind me looking over my shoulder....the Jet Li Clown. I finally notice his ear piece in his ear and the other bouncers starting to notice that the crew didn't belong. So we go the hell out of dodge, later to speculate that it was a private party held by the Chinese Mafia, or if the wanna be Jet Li actually knew enough Karate to kick my ass.
The point of it all is, girls that say NO with an accent, mean NO. Girls the say NO in plain english, mean YES.
Girls with their heads down mean, I AM A FREAK CAN YOU BREAK ME?
End of my Fifth Entry
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