Standing at some Hartford bar last night i was hit by a few facts:
Hartford has about the most segregated bar scene this side of 1940, there are very obvious 'black bars' and 'white bars' and there is no black-and-white cookie variety
As I was only allowed into one of the kind, here are some observations. There are a lot of white chicks at these bars who need drop about 40 pounds but who are under the impression that if they show off their milkers they can justify wearing a tight shirt which also sadly emphasizes their Nightmare on Elm Street looking mid sections. The dance floor looks like a slaughter house.
But as bad as that look may be, it does not compare to the Nightmare on Elm Street Ed Hardy shirts that these doochbags wear.
I will not claim to know much about fashion but I know one thing: there is no excuse for a self respecting male to ever wear a shirt with glitter and dragons.. When you've spent more on your T-shirt than you'll spent on beer that night, you don't deserve to get laid.
If you haven't seen one of these atrocities, the best way to describe it is that it looks like some dude's puked on a red canvas and not only decided to wear it but also sent $60 on it.
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