See, there was about 50 or so people in line, and a few others scattered about chatting. Of those 50+ people, 75% of them were women- and 100% of those women were indescribably HAWT. If there was one girl there a size 4 or above, I’ll give you my next week’s paycheck in it’s entirety. It was unbelievable. Now, this is not meant to be a sexist pig blog. I just feel the need to let you all know the caliber of women in this city.
I’m sorry, but fat, even chunky or plump chicks DON’T go clubbing. Not if they have to contend with the likes of the sun-kissed, Victoria’s Secret lingerie wearing, high-heeled divas I saw last night. And poor me; I had to walk THROUGH them to get to where I was going. I was devastated. This line alone had more hot chicks than my former home city of Jacksonville.
So to all the cities I have ever lived in I tell you this; You don’t know jack about hot chicks until you come to Los Angeles: home of all the girls you CAN’T take home to mom!