I'm walking in the mall the other day, and I noticed that there is no longer an Abercrombie & Bitch store. In its place there is now a dance club. Now, I'm not a big clubber, but I figured I'd check it out. I walk in and hear the most aggravating music I've ever heard in my entire life. I look around and notice some employees; mainly average girls trying to dress like they're the hottest shit on earth. Half their pancake ass is sagging out of their new Vintage, low-cutt bitch jeans. Their infected belly button ring and love handles are exposed by their tiny t-shirt, which they intentionally bought that small. Then some douche male-employee wearing a popped collar and spiked hair walks up to see if I need any help. I was still pretty confused. A dance club doesn't really need any explaining. So I flipped him off, and kept walking around. I noticed that this particular dance club had a lot of underage bone skinny girls in one section, and a bunch of douches with either trendy layered or spiked hair. I also noticed that this club had random racks of clothing. Weird.
Basically Abercrombie sucks more cock than anyone's girlfriend on here. Their clothes are over-priced, and their styles are fucking ridiculous. The music they play in the store makes me want to go on a killing spree. Their employees are douches/bitches whose modeling career didn't pan out, so they settled for a job at Abercrombie and Bitch. The girls are always "somewhat" hot, but not nearly hot enough to pull off the clothes they try to wear. The guys just look like fucking jokes. Now, I'm sure someone will say "If you could afford it, you wouldn't mind it". Maybe. Regardless, I buy most of my clothes, and while I could waste money on Abercrombie, I'd rather waste that money on booze and cheap hookers, and actually look good doing it.
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