It’s hard, I know. It’s Friday night, you’re gettin your drink on, the DJ’s droppin the filthy darkcore. The world’s just melting away. You’re feeling sooo good, sooo free. You just need to cool down a tick so you slip your shirt off.
Hold up a second, Bruce Banner.
Nobody wants this. No shoes, no shirt, no service. Convenience store rules still apply. What are you, a werewolf?
It comes down to this: We don’t want you to get your sweat on us. It’s as simple as that.
C’mon, 50 Cent, put your kevlar back on.