Hittin' the hot spots around here are like going to visit your grandma with your trampy younger sister! There is nothing that makes the visit worth while, and you end up feeling like you were emotionally fondled by your wrinkly old grandpa. Whatever happened to grabbing a pint at the local pub casually without feeling like you are so overdressed your androgenous (and not in an artsy way). Not to mention all the pygeum-popping old timers asking me what I'm doing with "that guy" and not with him- what used to resemble a man, but now looks like a blob of wrinkly cheese on your plate of cold nachos. I think that will be my last night out in the shwa for a while. God bless a bottle of red wine and pay per view..
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