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I hate clubs, clubbing; the whole culture and people that go along with it. This dislike is so heavy it seeps into innocent bystanders; people who happen to go clubbing get splattered by the awesome precision of my driveby anti-clubbing rage. A legion of assholes, perfumed, groomed, greased up, blinged up, dancing a thin disguise on an otherwise bald quest to get laid. The activity is almost as stupid as my irrational rejection of it, like some kind of bacteria that must be dispatched quickly, one way or the other.

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