Saturday Night Out, Naples Style
After a few cocktails and some amazing dance moves, we headed next door to the next suburban horror show. We approach the velvet rope and the bouncer lets me through. I turn around to see my date is no longer with me.
Bouncer to MS: “Sir, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in dressed like that. You need a collared shirt.”
MS taken aback, takes a closer look at the bouncer, recognizing him: “Um, didn’t you just sell me these Fendi shoes?”
Bouncer, looking at the shoes: “Yes, sir. But those are Prada.”
Fail. On so many levels, fail.
(Source: homeofthevain)
