Dear Charging Rhinoceros Impersonator at the club:
piss off. leave me alone. do not chase me all over the dance floor and then play innocent when my boyfriend comes stomping up to you. stop invading everyone's personal space. get some real clothes. we don't want to see your armpit hair, or anything else. go read an etiquette book. better yet, leave the club and never come back!!!
Why should you do these things, Rhinoceros Boy?
Because several angry goths are fed up with your crap and are ready to carve your face off with broken beer bottles. That's why.
don't stand out in the middle of the courtyard drunk as fuck, shouting "I'm not afraid of anything!" Because, so far, *at least* the following people are sick of you:
Several tough women with big stompy boots
All the bartenders
A huge, strapping weight lifter
A berserker (I'm serious)
A martial artist.
Leave the women alone, Rhinoceros Boy. Go back under your rock if you know what's good for you.
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uhhh... do they actually wear a Rhinoceros suit? If yes please take a picture for me.
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