Today, let’s take Compliment or Insult outside of the fabled Aspen Club gym and into a little basement bar we like to call Escobar. It’s where Brooke Mueller got arrested with like five ounces of cocaine “for her friends.”

It’s a Tuesday night, and Nappy Roots has sold out Belly Up with $15 tickets. I am sad I cannot go, even after trying to get friends to leave me tickets, so I am drowning my sorrows with my Sexy Gay BF (he named himself that) and we’re just trying to dance. So we head to aforementioned basement bar.

It’s 1:30am, and suddenly Nappy Roots is straight partying with us. Spinning on the turntables, dancing with the locals, boozing at the bar. Hell. Yes. The night couldn’t get any better.

Until Sexy Gay BF ASKS A MEMBER OF THE NAPPY ROOTS IF HE THINKS I AM HOT.

Hello, middle school called, it wants its flirting back.

Mr. Nappy Roots (#1? #5? no idea) looks me up and down and says, “Fuck yeah!”  I am wearing leggings. He proceeds to say, “Look at those protruding thighs! Damn girl!”

I run away.

Protruding thighs?? Are we for real?

Compliment or Insult?

January 22, 2012
Categories: Compliment or Insult . Tags: aspen, bar, compliment, compliment or insult, dancing, escobar, game, gym, insult, motivation, nappy roots, nappy roots aspen, protruding, thighs, working out, workout, workout motivation . Author: Lyssa

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