Was at Follies today. The SEC Championship is in town, but did not affect the early crowds. I would expect the clubs will be a zoo after the game.
Knowing the game is in town I expect hotels are going to be full of people's 'nieces' tonight. Which leads to the phone conversation at my table. Two white girls were sitting at my table. I wanted to VIP with Girl #1, but Girl #2 joined us and progress slowed down. Girl #1's phone rings and up pops a picture of a thug looking guy that I swear I have seen in Follies before smoking weed with girls. I can only hear one side of the conversation of course.
#1 - (to me) I gotta take this, it's my boyfriend #1 - Hey baby LISTENS #1- but baby I already got two LISTENS #1- I know baby. I'm sorry. Don't get that way, baby. I'm sorry. It's OK just text me the room number. HANGS UP #1 to #2 - my boyfriend got me three parties after the game. At least they're all at the same hotel. #2- my man been workin it. He got me partying till 2 in the morning. I may not come in tomorrow.
I guess this is that whole pimp mindfuck control thing. Do they really see these guys as boyfriends?


Hate to say it bro, but it's none of your business. Don't try to Mr Save-a-Ho