Further proof – bouncers are cunts

I headed to The Vic in Darwin this evening for dinner with four people from my dorm. The youngest of us was 22. The little prick on the door wanted ID from everyone. Including me. I’m fucking 33 next month.

Smug little shit he was, as well. Don’t know why. Fat, ugly, couldn’t string more than three words together and showing off that he was only 18. You know, funnily enough, it showed. Pathetic little wanker. One of our group had to walk all the way back to the hostel for his passport. Fortunately, staying at The Cav, we were only round the corner. I pity anyone who’d walked from Gecko’s – it’s 15 minutes each way.

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