MY NIGHT AT SWEATIN WAS QUITE THE OPPOSITE OF ANDYS, I HAD A SICK TIME AS UGE…SHOOT OUTS TO INTERNET FOR THE PHOTOS AND SCOTTY FOR THE PARTY.. OH YEAH AND JODI FOR THAT PURPLE DRINK THAT GOT ME SO FUCKED UP…
Monthly Archives: March 2008
I’ll go ahead and apologize upfront to my dudes that are involved in organizing and spinning records. I’m sorry for having to rag on this and even moreso I’m sorry you guys are involved with this spectacle.
So Sweatin’… what a joke. Seriously, I’m glad East Village has a good sense of humor. The fact that the night is called “Sweatin'” and how they happen to neglect any attempt at temperature control is really fucking funny. Not very many things repulse me ever since reading Kristeva’s “Powers of Horror” but I swear I saw the sweatiest man alive last night and it was damn near fucking appalling. Honestly, I’d like to know why this has turned into the new Skully’s ladies/80s-style trendy cockamamie bullshit. Yeah, if you didn’t get the memo, that shit is weak too. Don’t even get me started on those motherfuckers. They haven’t changed their playlist since 2002 and most of the music is from ’91. Way to go, dipshits. Anyhow, you have the trendies and 3rd stringers, underage girls, and the creeps that are trying to bag ’em running around just the same. It’s even worse that they’re now doing it at a gay bar. I wish that the rave scene would make a comeback so these assholes would go back to the warehouse they came from. You may wonder why I even bother going and I wonder the same thing by and large; well, I always show up around 1:30 so that I only have to handle the ordeal for about an hour at most all with the intent of finding an afterparty. But I now realize Columbus collectively is afraid to stay up late to have a good time and has a questionable taste level, so afterparties are now apparently out of the question. The only thing that has made Sweatin’ ever worthwhile was when Big Ben knocked that dude out last month, the time I gave Amber the biggest wedgie since hazing season, and when I and anyone else has broken stuff en mass.
Repost from Meta4ce myspace bulletin:
I shouldn’t be worried about what y’all other niggas are doing, but this is ridiculous.
Y’all wonder why people clown columbus…this is why:
YALL NIGGAS WAS ON SOME EAST COAST SHIT WHEN I GOT HERE.
I LEAVE AGAIN, EY’BODY THINKS THEY’RE FROM CALI.
I LEAVE AGAIN, COME BACK, NOW IT’S THE FUCKIN SOUTH.
This aint the south, furthest south y’all niggas have been is cinci, and that shit really ain’t the south.
Quit doing that weak ass shit, if you can’t rap, it doesn’t mean you CAN TRAP.
Notice the similarity. Can’t rap…Can Trap…Still Does Not Mean the same thing…
I know y’all, you not hustling shit.
I may not shoot everybody up or make shit explode, or fuck all these bitches, but at least the flow is dope…Y’all muhfuckas suck.
It’s cool, tho…I’ll just start dissin the shit outta y’all.
Ol’ imaginary dopeboy w/ invisble rims and random guns.
You know you work at Kroger’s nigga.
Ol’ discount baller starter kit gold grill rockin ass clowns.