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I went out with my sister and her friends tonight. They, and my evening, satisfied any generalization you've ever heard about Long Island. The beachfront clubs were packed with tan overly made-up girls falling out of their tank tops and Guido/wannabe bedhead studs with open shirts.
My sister and her friends gossiped about the best hair straightener and made fun of other girls by comparing them to individual SPice Girls (they could actually differentiate). The one consolation was the hoochie with the tight ass who kept doing the I Dream of Jeannie dance.
I brought two old school stoner friends of mine who I think were horrified by the whole scene. They left early, but somethin tells me they'll be taunting me tomorrow. It was just so stereotypically Long Island, with packs of half naked people grinding as hip hop blared. And why is it comepletely allowed for men to grope and rub you as you move through the crowd? When the Puerto Ricans gang up and do that people press charges.
I guess sometimes you need a night of doing that to remind yourself why hate that scene. It's just not for me.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention what they were celebrating. Each time two or more start dating someone new around the same time, they have a contest to see who's gonna do it first. This time my sister won, so this was her "humpy party" :23:

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People in clubs deserve to be shot in the parking lot.

but if they're in the parking lot then they're not people in clubs . . . uicide:

If you want to be led to believe that you're interesting tell people that you have a hymen.