i went to a party on friday night. i overheard that a couple of guys were going to head to chain drive. and i said "oh, chain drive." to which my friend's boyfriend responded with "ew, chain drive's filthy."
at that point, i wanted to say "oh really, little mister 22-year-old? chain drive is filthy? well, you know what, every time i've ever been to chain drive, the bathroom floors have been clean and not wet from an overflowing toilet, which i can't say about any of the times i've ever been to oilcan harry's or rain. every time i've ever been to chain drive, i haven't had to yell at people to get out of a much needed stall because they were too busy getting it on or snorting coke. sure, some times people have sex on the dark patio at chain drive. but you know what? no one fucking cares! sure, most of the guys that go to chain drive aren't dressed to impress and don't go to the gym three times a day. and you know what? no one fucking cares! and sure, i've seen leather daddies and bears there, and sure, some have bought me drinks, but you know what? those leather daddies and bears are super, super nice and don't have any pretention, unlike anyone i've ever encountered at oilcan harry's or rain, who pretty much give me the 'you don't belong here' stare the entire time i'm there. so yeah, chain drive is filthy. grow up."
instead, i didn't say anything, and just went back inside for another drink. i think. whatever.
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