Thursday, January 25, 2007

Atlanta is Home of the Crunk.

I'm not sure anyone really understands how much I hate the word "crunk." And I'm pretty sure I used it in a sentence last night. Anyways, I've been nice enough to call this guy a douche in the past, and today is no exception. The Mayor of Ponce will be hosting this thing tonight, and most Thursdays, from what I understand:



First of all, I'm allowed to call the M.O.P. a douche because we go way back and he knows I love-hate him. Second of all, if you've never been to the Clermont...what's wrong with you? It's the seediest place in all of Atlanta. The last time I was there, I had a large set of breasts that smelled of PBR placed on my face. The PBR was from the beer can that was crushed in the cleavage of the lovely exotic dancer (who is also a grandmother!) only moments before. Really, the place is a landmark of this great city, and one of my favorites to drink at when the occasion calls for it. In an interview with the Mayor of Ponce last night, I'm told that this event will kick off at around 10:00. As always, I may or may not go. I've had the year from hell so far, and this would probably be a fun thing to do. But it might be cheaper if I sit at home and polish off the bottle of Grey Goose I opened last night. Anyways, there you go. Do what you will with it.
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