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Hey brocels. It's Friday night. What's an incel to do, except try his luck? I know it's already over, but a brocel has to cope somehow.
Tonight I figured I'd go clubbing again, because being incel is too much sometimes and you have to try and get a preview of how normies and chads/stacies socialize.
I was at the hottest club in town with a 100 Euro entry fee (second visit). I went up to the bartender who was this blond, 5'9" gigastacy. She gave me this big smile. Weird. Why would she do this? It must be because she's expecting tips, and definitely not my mushroom tip.
She looks a lot like this:
"Hey babe, dry Martini?"
This made me a bit nervous and creeped me out. She memorized my favorite drink from the last time? Does she think I'm going to tip her more later? WTF? AND WHY IS SHE CALLING ME BABE?! I HAVE A NAME, YOU FUCKING CUNT! ASK FOR IT LIKE A HUMAN BEAN!
"S-sure, thanks," I muttered in a confused daze.
"That one is on me," she says, as she walks away and does that head tilt with the lifted shoulder and a wink. Fucking whore.
Not a moment after I take my first sip, this raven haired vixen walks right up beside me and starts a conversation.
"Hey handsome," she says as turns her body fully facing me with her huge tits and massive cleavage staring me right in the face. Attention seeking slut. "What are you drinking?" What's with the pet name? She knows I'm ugly. Is she trying to make fun of me? Gaslighting cunt.
Just to give you a rough idea of what she looks like, but with bigger tits:
"It's-"
"I don't care, I'm getting one... Hey Stacy! I'll have what he's having, and bring an extra one for him. I'm trying to get him drunk." The gigastacy bartender's name is literally Stacy. You couldn't make this shit up, if you tried. JFL @ life. The universe hates us truecels.
"Katy! You're such a slut!" She laughs. "Leave some of him for me!" Is this Katy her colleague? Why isn't she working with Stacy? Unprofessional fucking whore.
She takes a big sip of her drink facing straight ahead, but gives me this side-eye stare from head to toe, like she's checking me out. But I know this is some ruse, because I'M A LITERAL TRUECEL.
"Drink up," she exclaims, "I want to go dancing." OK? Don't rush me, bitch. And why is she telling me? Just go and dance. Holes are weird.
I finish up my drink, and immediately she grabs me by the hand and walks to the dance floor. I didn't consent to this. This is literally rape right now. What the hell can I do, though? If I resist, literally every beta cuck simp in a 50 km radius will attack me like a zombie swarm.
So I'm standing there uncomfortably trying to move with the rhythm of the music and she's doing the sluttiest fucking dirty dance you can imagine. I don't see any chads around, so who the hell is she trying to impress? I swear, her father must've been absent all her life. Fucking whore.
There's a brief break in the music, and OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE, she whispers into my ear, "let's get out of here," and licks my fucking earlobe. Gross. Why do holes do this? And WTF? Why would I want to get out? I enjoy being at this place. Besides, I have to close my tab.
I take an immediate step back and give her this weird look like, "wtf are you doing?" I go back to the bar to close up and Stacy hands me a napkin with some numbers scribbled on it. It looks like a phone number. She does the phone hand gesture thing and bites her lower lip. Why is she giving me her work number? Times must be tough due to the pandemic. They want me as a repeat customer, I guess? Whatever.
I call an uber home and vent the entire traumatic experience to the pajeet uber driver who just keeps doing that fucking dindu head bobble and keeps repeating, "yes sir, yes sir, I understand sir."
First thing I did after coming home was posting this. I had to get this off my chest, brocels. The truecel struggle is real. This life is fucking hell for us truecels. I just know I'm going to die alone. I'M THE BIGGEST FUCKING TRUECEL HERE.
Share your Friday night experiences, brocels. I know it can't be worse than mine, but surprise us, buddy boyos.
Stay strong, kings, and don't rope.
@gymletethnicel @Transcended Trucel @iamsubhuman @nice_try @Mecoja @Pancakecel @PLA1092 @Indari @Animecel2D @RetardedChinlet @Pancakecel @LeFrenchCel
Tonight I figured I'd go clubbing again, because being incel is too much sometimes and you have to try and get a preview of how normies and chads/stacies socialize.
I was at the hottest club in town with a 100 Euro entry fee (second visit). I went up to the bartender who was this blond, 5'9" gigastacy. She gave me this big smile. Weird. Why would she do this? It must be because she's expecting tips, and definitely not my mushroom tip.
She looks a lot like this:
"Hey babe, dry Martini?"
This made me a bit nervous and creeped me out. She memorized my favorite drink from the last time? Does she think I'm going to tip her more later? WTF? AND WHY IS SHE CALLING ME BABE?! I HAVE A NAME, YOU FUCKING CUNT! ASK FOR IT LIKE A HUMAN BEAN!
"S-sure, thanks," I muttered in a confused daze.
"That one is on me," she says, as she walks away and does that head tilt with the lifted shoulder and a wink. Fucking whore.
Not a moment after I take my first sip, this raven haired vixen walks right up beside me and starts a conversation.
"Hey handsome," she says as turns her body fully facing me with her huge tits and massive cleavage staring me right in the face. Attention seeking slut. "What are you drinking?" What's with the pet name? She knows I'm ugly. Is she trying to make fun of me? Gaslighting cunt.
Just to give you a rough idea of what she looks like, but with bigger tits:
"It's-"
"I don't care, I'm getting one... Hey Stacy! I'll have what he's having, and bring an extra one for him. I'm trying to get him drunk." The gigastacy bartender's name is literally Stacy. You couldn't make this shit up, if you tried. JFL @ life. The universe hates us truecels.
"Katy! You're such a slut!" She laughs. "Leave some of him for me!" Is this Katy her colleague? Why isn't she working with Stacy? Unprofessional fucking whore.
She takes a big sip of her drink facing straight ahead, but gives me this side-eye stare from head to toe, like she's checking me out. But I know this is some ruse, because I'M A LITERAL TRUECEL.
"Drink up," she exclaims, "I want to go dancing." OK? Don't rush me, bitch. And why is she telling me? Just go and dance. Holes are weird.
I finish up my drink, and immediately she grabs me by the hand and walks to the dance floor. I didn't consent to this. This is literally rape right now. What the hell can I do, though? If I resist, literally every beta cuck simp in a 50 km radius will attack me like a zombie swarm.
So I'm standing there uncomfortably trying to move with the rhythm of the music and she's doing the sluttiest fucking dirty dance you can imagine. I don't see any chads around, so who the hell is she trying to impress? I swear, her father must've been absent all her life. Fucking whore.
There's a brief break in the music, and OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE, she whispers into my ear, "let's get out of here," and licks my fucking earlobe. Gross. Why do holes do this? And WTF? Why would I want to get out? I enjoy being at this place. Besides, I have to close my tab.
I take an immediate step back and give her this weird look like, "wtf are you doing?" I go back to the bar to close up and Stacy hands me a napkin with some numbers scribbled on it. It looks like a phone number. She does the phone hand gesture thing and bites her lower lip. Why is she giving me her work number? Times must be tough due to the pandemic. They want me as a repeat customer, I guess? Whatever.
I call an uber home and vent the entire traumatic experience to the pajeet uber driver who just keeps doing that fucking dindu head bobble and keeps repeating, "yes sir, yes sir, I understand sir."
First thing I did after coming home was posting this. I had to get this off my chest, brocels. The truecel struggle is real. This life is fucking hell for us truecels. I just know I'm going to die alone. I'M THE BIGGEST FUCKING TRUECEL HERE.
Share your Friday night experiences, brocels. I know it can't be worse than mine, but surprise us, buddy boyos.
Stay strong, kings, and don't rope.
@gymletethnicel @Transcended Trucel @iamsubhuman @nice_try @Mecoja @Pancakecel @PLA1092 @Indari @Animecel2D @RetardedChinlet @Pancakecel @LeFrenchCel
. JFL
