What's so great about clubs in Vietnam? Is it the same beat over and over again that destroys your ears? Is it the unjustified overpriced nature of throwing away money in a dark room with strobe lights? Do the blue lights turn you on? Is it remotely moral to blow a thousand USD in four hours when that could feed a poor family for 20 weeks? (20 million dong, 1 million dong on food a week). Throwing away money should be against the law. Is it even remotely fun to have to squeeze through a mob while being groped? Do you know that unsafe feeling you get when you know your wallet is about to be stolen? It's the constant feeling I get when I'm inside a club. Everything has its cost and value. If it costs a lot, I expect to get a lot in return. Unfortunately, for such a place, it seems like such a waste. I mean, hell, a thousand dollars = a potentially awesome orgy. Clubs are littered with nasty tramps who want sky high prices for just laying there. Likely, they'll steal your shit too. I would love to get into the minds of the staff members who work there to see how they truly feel about the scumbags that they have to kowtow to. Anyways, to keep this short, I'm really curious to why going to clubs among impoverished conditions is even something to look forward to.
Why you so nha que? ha? Why you so rural countryside retard? You don't know shit. You just write your shit blog and edit your shit video all damn day. We Vietnam peeeeeeepo, go to club to relieve stress. We love the to listen to the music. Stand all together like sheep and pretend like we know shit. We like to sing along even though we can not speak Englit very well. We don't know what we sayin, but it okay because at the end of the day we are having fun and you are not. It's all about personal opinion. Don't hate because you jealous of us and how we leech off of rich loser guys who use their parents money to make themselves feel better about their lack of humanly compassion. Wait a minute? what the heo does compassion even mean? So what if we throw away our money? It is our money. Just becaw you dunt have it, dun be jealous of us and our mami and dadday's Porsche. You might like sitting and looking at traffic like a stupid bitch, but we prefer to look at darkness like a stupid bitch. The club so dark, the girl so ugly turn beautiful. Dim lighting take away ugly face. It okay to wear jean shorts to ba, don't hate. We so rich, we have orgy where all the girl just take turn and sit and stare they dont get into each other at all, but we Viet guy dun care and then we go to club, biaatch. Du ma. The staff members treat us like kings and queens because we shower them with the monay. We like to hear them call us anh va chi even though they are old enough to be our unco and aunty because we want to hear shit like that because we want to feel better about our lives. You better be calling us same too when your sorry ass get near our club. But to ansa your question, what is there to not love about di ba? Where else can you go to show off your trendiness of tight pants with a flat sunken surfboard ass to back it up? Without bas, why would we spend money on an iPhone? We don't even know how to fucken use it. Siri doesn't even wuk dat well. Terminally, where else can you go to drown our your inner wailing of misery, guilt, sorrow, disappointment, and low self esteem? Oh yeah, you can go to this shit blog!
Even more regards,