1/17/2006
You Have Got To Be Fucking Kidding Me
With an appreciative tip o' the cap to Rob The Bouncer over at Clublife, I give you these guys.
Rob has basically made his mark on these here Internets writing about the clubers and ass-hats who regularly visit the club in which he works. I have been reading his blog for about a year or so now (and if you are not already, I highly suggest that you do) and whenever he has written about club patrons I have always pictured the typical "striped shirt guy" and "$30,000 Millionaires" which I all too frequently run across here in the Loo.
While I don't particularly care for those fellas, I always wondered why Rob got himself all worked up while dealing with them. As it turns out, he is dealing with a different beast altogether: Guidos.
Shit, if I even had to look at (let alone deal with) these guys every day at work, I would have offed myself years ago.
Good. Lord. (note - both links have sound. Awful, awful sound.)
Rob has basically made his mark on these here Internets writing about the clubers and ass-hats who regularly visit the club in which he works. I have been reading his blog for about a year or so now (and if you are not already, I highly suggest that you do) and whenever he has written about club patrons I have always pictured the typical "striped shirt guy" and "$30,000 Millionaires" which I all too frequently run across here in the Loo.
While I don't particularly care for those fellas, I always wondered why Rob got himself all worked up while dealing with them. As it turns out, he is dealing with a different beast altogether: Guidos.
Shit, if I even had to look at (let alone deal with) these guys every day at work, I would have offed myself years ago.
Good. Lord. (note - both links have sound. Awful, awful sound.)
More power to ya, Rob. You're a stronger man than I.
