I don’t usually write anything about the clubs/bars here in Dubai that I’ve been to (except maybe Chikka Grill on this post; and it’s not even a review but a rant on sub-par performances) because 1) I hate making reviews; 2) I haven’t been to many clubs yet; 3) I ain’t a club connoisseur; 4) I just don’t like writing reviews.

If I do like making one I’d probably have written something about Joe and I’s incredible experience when we went out partying at Jimmy Dixx here in Dubai. But aside from the fact that my wife sometimes go to this here site and read what her dumbass hubby had to say that she’ll be very infuriated to know that I just spend a good 500 dirhams tab worth of drinks and later on, pizza, I also don’t want to end up writing “We just stood there like a bunch of stupid assholes that we are salivating to the hottest Brit women we’ve ever seen that walk this side of Dubai, drinking bottle after bottle of Corona and trying to impress our lady friends by buying them glass after glass of bullfrogs until we blow our wallets, taking time to go the loo to masturbate because the ladies in the crowd are so damn beautiful they’re way, way out of our leagues, that if we don’t try to blow our wads on the toilet seat NOW it will only give us blue balls later on so fuck our morals.”

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