There comes a time in every young asain chaps life where he decides to wash away his moral high ground, put his ethics to one say, slide away the religious oblications and go out in the thick of dark in hunt for some prime brown chicks. Period.
Gamers will tell you that all girls to some extent have 'bitch shields' - these brothers have clearly not endured the virtues of our brown skinned counterparts who take bitchyness to another level. Learn to bring down that 'wall' with kindness and persistant brother Budgy, run your hands through her iron rod hair, smell her channel perfurm and tell her that shes special - and then wait for her to ask you what religion you are. Fucked up right chaps? Your there with your rod standing to attention, her showing more flesh than bipasha basu in Jism - and all of a sudden you need to be Pinkish with a degree in pharmacy to score a nut here. Typical.
The night arrives, you call up your boys. Everyones rallying up for a big night. The girls rather round Nisha's house, with their tartish, dignity defying garments stuffed into their bags - lipgloss on nice and thick. The leader of the girls, 'the mother hen' gathers her troops, arranges the transporation and ushers her little army of tartlests into the club. Like a old school matron shes fiercely productive over her little ones. Scolding any well meaning individual with her make-up curved eyes.
The chaps are set. The drinks are downed. Like old men awaiting the bus to take them home, they surround the perimeters of the club dancefloor oogling at the talent. Hoping someone makes a move they all look for inspiration and bravery at least to provide some sort of entertainment.
The ducklings, hand in hand walk by, in a snake like fashion these girls linked at the arms wieve through the club, focusing on protecting each other. You cant help by feel this routine is reinacted like some sort of military operation.
One brave soul attempts to divide and conquer, opening a snake of asain chicks is like throwing yourself into a boiling pot, you wil get burnt. Better try then go home and wank. Adjust that ego, build up that courage, make me hardskinned - he wishfully thinks.
A resounding knockback for a guy whos made such a decent effort. Never mind - where theres one set of ducklings, there'll always be another.
Clubs have become ponds. Fishing was once a hobby. Ducks were once cute.
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