Frigid’s Bachelorette Recap: Take 2

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I just couldn’t keep you waiting..

..Soo I left off with everyone in a Hooters cab, me posing with a stuffed frog and Alicia Keys blasting through the windows. Once that was done, we got dropped off at a club that Bow-Wow said was 18+ so that her and Nougat could join – it wasn’t. We roamed around for a while and finally got a seat at an outdoor place that wasn’t too strict with ID’s but was lame. Luckily, Frigid and I raised Bow-Wow to be classy broads like us and she had a flask of fireball in her purse so we were good. At one point, some dude tried to weird hit on us, but we demanded to see his ID and asked him how much money he made. Then for some reason we never figured out, the owner came over and caused a scene, demanding the creepy guy leave the bar – we obviously started accusing him of sleeping with her and told him he better go.

Poor guy.

It was time to dance. We left the lame bar and headed towards the sound of club music and bad decisions.

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Pookahontas almost immediately found her place in life and perched atop some sort of shelf that she quickly turned into a stage where men were offering her money and women were bowing down at her undeniable fist pumping ability; it runs in the family:

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I had a couple of dance-off’s and everyone shook their asses. Frigid was dropping it like it was hot, then kind of stopped moving. At first, we just thought she was “getting low”, but then we realized that she was just using a speaker to hold herself up and that she in fact had fallen asleep mid-dance and could no longer move. We helped her to the couch and continued dancing.

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*I have no idea what I’m doing with my arms here or what Pookahontas is doing with her body in general

Once Frigid started drooling I knew it was time to go. We called the Hooters cab driver and held Frigid up while we waited.

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*literally..held her up..

I demanded Hooters cab driver take us to Taco Bell – I flung open the van door and ordered $50 worth of tacos, and a cinnabun pack for my homey, (the cab driver). We ate everything, except one taco that Frigid had for breakfast the next day with coffee and a cigarette.

End night one.

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The following morning we once again headed to the beach but decided to “take it slow with day drinking”. Riiiiiiight..  Frigid, Pookahontos, Buddy and I headed to the beach bar for Landsharks and Michael Jackson. We made friends with a lesbian named Deb that invited us out for the Bruins game. No thanks, Deb..no thanks.

We eventually made it home where Nougat and I spent almost an hour trying to catch lizards while everyone got ready to go out. I found a cool sports bar to watch the game and off we went to pile into the swagger wagon for chicken wings and buckets of beer. This place was AWESOME.

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This bar was hands down the largest establishment I’ve ever been in and after crushing roughly 7 Corona buckets and 4 pounds of wings, the B’s won and we headed towards the stage in the back where some dude with skinny jeans and high tops was rocking out.

I’m going to pause here..and continue onto Part 3 next week…because this is when we started to meet celebrities and shit got REAL.

Stay tuned..

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  1. Why would anyone find this interesting? These posts are usually mildly offensive and reek of attention whore-dom. Sorry therealcape.com–I’ll come back when the GG is gone and your content doesn’t generally suck.

    1. I find it mind boggling when people waste time reading posts and stories about something or someone that they seem to dislike so strongly. Then comment about it. Get out of your parents basement, get some fresh air, maybe a hug and some ice cream – you’ll feel a MILLION times better and then you’ll realize that there’s more to life than hating on a blogger who gets hundreds of thousands of hits a day. Love ya mean it

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  4. I think it’s hysterical how the glitter ginger takes the time to respond to negative comments and always refers to the “hundreds of thousands of hits a day” she receives. Someone is obviously more concerned with numbers then she is with actual content. And I can’t wait for you to refer to me as a loner who sits around in my parents basement in response to this comment simply based on the fact that I am commenting. If you must know, I am commenting in the hopes that therealcape.com will take note and and parts ways with the glitter ginger.

    1. To judge an entire site on one writer is just idiotic. I don’t write ‘to’ or ‘for’ anyone or anything, I write for me and so far it seems to be working out pretty well. I learned a long time ago that whether you get love or hate, as long as you are getting a reaction you’re doing something right.

      1. Hey, there’s no disclaimer saying the rest of the site doesn’t believe in your values! This is a drinking/whoring lifestyle site! (According to your posts)

  5. I’m imagining all these negative comments are just neckbeards who would hover hand if they took a pic with Ginger and then call her a bitch for “friendzoning” them.

    1. Glitter is a hag. Shes the girl you hear scream-singing before you get into the bar, and the girl you try to avoid once you’re in. If anything, you talk to her so you can meet her friends.

  6. I have nothing again the ginge and she’s got a sense of humor, but filtering these posts to ones that are in some way relevant to anyone other than the people involved wouldn’t be a bad idea. just saying. you don’t have to keep it classy real cape, but try to keep it cool….and readable.
    Although I do really look forward to reading the hatements for the Take 3.

  7. You have a problem with people shitting on your garbage blog and shitty site?

    Welcome to the internet. This your first time here?

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