I realize that I'm still very bothered by people who flock to the backyard of Great Dane and get anal when they get stepped on accidentally. I mean, sweety, do you have any idea where you are? Let me remind you. You are just one of the 5000 teeny boppers stuffed into the back space of a bar in Braamfontein. You went there because apart from the alcohol being cheap, you're a "cool-kid" wanna-be. There is absolutely nothing special about you. So if you're gonna be so tender-footed and asking us if we know "what we're stepping on", please do us all a favor and stay home. What the hell do you think this is? Leave your Carvella mentality at home if you wanna be a functional member of society. Just the same as if my cigarette smoke ends up in your eye. Please deal with it. THIS IS A BAR!
There is absolutely nothing couture about Braamfontein so quit acting brand new. We all have white Chuck Tailors and we all know what a bitch it is to wash canvas. But then again, just like you, there is absolutely nothing special about white Chucks. COMME DES PHUCK DOWN or just stay home, nurse your Heineken, admire your white canvases and leave us to do what people do in BARS.
Thank you.
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