On saturday night as you might have expected, Dillon and I were drinking. Tonight was presumably a normal night except that it was Dillon's gay South African Godfathers' birthday. We skipped the dinner cuz we were broke but met up with him afterwards since he wanted us to go drinking with him. First we went to Bar Lubitsch. I was deeply saddened to find that Lubitsch, a classy establishment, did not have Budweiser. Dillon's gay South African Godfather then said he's going to take us to Fubar. In my head i was thinking "dude fucking awesome." So we walk a few blocks west from Lubitsch and come upon a place with a bunch of queens outside. Here we were at Fubar. fuckin' eh. Dillon's gay South African Godfather proceeds to pay for our admittance and the bouncer proceeds to stamp our hands. Upon entering there was smoke everywhere and a bunch of square looking dudes that apparently like to get their assholes penetrated. Typical (what i assume) gay music bumping and buff dudes along the wall in tighty whiteys. We approach the bar and ask for Budweiser. To our suprise the gay establishment carried our beer of choice. So we proceeded to stand against the wall awkwardly when a dude approached me and asked "enjoying the show?" I proceeded to say "nah dude" as I made my escape. We finally left and that was that. I hadn't thought to look at the stamp we received upon entering. I vaguely see that it says "you're gay." Finally we went back to Dillon's gay South African Godfathers' place and smoked a joint and listened to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon in its entirety.
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