Hustler Club & Adult Book Stores

Well last night I got out of the house for a little while and went to the Hustler Club in Redlands, Ca. Let me tell you that its a dank pit, with uninspired girls. Though it was a fun time, there were a few hot guys, and a very few hot girls. After that me and a very good friend of mine traveled to an adult book store where there was the HOTTEST security guard that I've ever seen.
So I did what every self respecting person would do. I handed my friend a business card and then made her take it into him and then we left. LOL

Anyways last night was fun.

I fucking hate the 1st of the Month

Ok so I just got back from shopping for tonights dinner and let me tell you that if murder was legal in california I would have just killed me about 200 people. RUDE ASS MOTHER FUCKERS having to stand in your way and stupid mexican brats running and screaming through the isles, junior baby son of a bitch screaming its head off because it wants some candy. Gettho ass black nagorism's talking on their cell phones, not watching whats happening around them. People bumping into you, and the whole time you just want some fucking cheese. Then you have to machete your way through the denser growing stupidity of people, only to get to the check out stand where people have started setting up camp because the High School Graduate cant figure out which buttons to press, so the ask the Mensa Member on the next check out stand to help, now you have two monkeys do a math problem, standing there using the collective knowledge that they some how acquired, and finally they ring for a manager in Guam. So we have to stand there and wait for him to get his boarding pass, go through customs, drive from LAX, find a parking space, enter his name into the computer, come down stairs, manuiver through the crowd like a mouse in a maze, to come over turn a key, punch in some random numbers, print out a second copy of the ticker tape, re-ring everything by hand, fix the problem and then stand there like he is a fucking 9/11 Hero. The whole time the people at the back of the line have gotten impregnated, had their child and is seeing them off to their fist day of High School. The old lady standing be hind me has already turned to dust by this point, and to top it all off, you then have to bag your own shit. Upon which the brightest of the dullest really shine. Having seen Cocktail one to many times they begin a juggling act of tossing and bagging in which they hold up the line even longer. Only to finally get your shit up on the convayer belt and check out only to get out to your car and realize that you forgot to get milk and eggs. At which point you say fuck it, and really dont care if you develop osteoporosis, and the FDA cant decide if eggs fuck up your cholistroal or not and you already have it bad anyways so whats one more day or week without that shit. And go home.