BUT MY FRIENDS ARE ALREADY INSIDE.....

After re-reading Paully P's previous celebrity post, and its attached Lindsay Lohan flick, the complete opposite sentiment was reached by several TBR members-some celebrities are worth stalking. That being said, the other day Paully P and I were discussing the start of our career as stalkers by going to one of these celebrity filled- bottle service lounge/clubs that are completely worthless but for some odd reason their lack of worth only remains in your memory for a solid 25 days- which means that once a month you retardedly think it may be a good idea to check out again. And the cycle continues. Anyway our conversation went like this:
me: So you think your friend still has pull?

Paul: Lets find out....worst that happens is this dude at the door gives us the serious face.

me: yeah. i hate that face. Nothing really shakes my confidence more than the serious face..i don't even know why.

Paul: Yeah...homeboy just sees right through your soul and just knows that you live with your Moms
me: Yeah...as soon as he hits you with that look you just want to blurt out all of your insecurities...I'm broke, No job, haven't been laid in forever ....

Paul: You don't have to blurt it out...HE KNOWS...the only thing counteracts their powers of perception is two girls for every one guy...which never happens.

me: Yeah..they can sheild you from his x-ray vision. Unless their bodies are composed of too much fat, cause he can see through them girls and back into your soul real quick.

Paul: Yeah, doormen can definitely see through fat girls...and see that you just beat off three times today, and your mom thinks your sheets are dirty.

me: They will also be the first person to notice that you're shirt is inside out and you have ketchup on your sleeve

Paul: we have no chance
me: Zero.