So back in the day, I used to have a friend who was dating the queen bee of a really shitty strip club in the next town over. We'd go hang out there occasionally - all the girls knew my friend and I'd get lots of attention simply by being at her table. For a painfully shy recluse like myself, it was heaven.
Right about the time Evanescence put out "The Open Door," the aforementioned queen bee of the club really wanted to dance to "Call Me When You're Sober." The DJ was really lazy about picking up new music, though. I had the album in my car, so I told her I'd go grab it so she could dance to the song, but she had to also dance to a song of my choice. She insisted on listening to it first (mainly to make sure it was something she could dance to) but she was agreeable.
So, right after performing to "Call Me When You're Sober," she danced to "Te Quiero Puta!" by Rammstein.
No, she didn't speak Spanish. No, I didn't tell her what it meant. The Hispanic group of guys on the other side of the room loved it, though.
I'm going to hell...
Right about the time Evanescence put out "The Open Door," the aforementioned queen bee of the club really wanted to dance to "Call Me When You're Sober." The DJ was really lazy about picking up new music, though. I had the album in my car, so I told her I'd go grab it so she could dance to the song, but she had to also dance to a song of my choice. She insisted on listening to it first (mainly to make sure it was something she could dance to) but she was agreeable.
So, right after performing to "Call Me When You're Sober," she danced to "Te Quiero Puta!" by Rammstein.
No, she didn't speak Spanish. No, I didn't tell her what it meant. The Hispanic group of guys on the other side of the room loved it, though.
I'm going to hell...