Ay, Ay, ay!

Man, Jonathan Damn Harrell saved his cash for a bit. Yeah, me and a few friends decided we wanted to go clubbing in Jacktown last night. We had a blast, and then Bam! things went sour at the drop of a hat. They threw Jonathan Damn Harrell out of the damn club! What b.s.

Jonathan Damn Harrell didn't disrespect anyone. As a matter of fact, I was a perfect gentleman. I let women walk by...had the whole "Ladies First" thing in mind, standing aside so they could walk by me.  But guess what?

This Samoan Jackass in a Vodoo Staff shirt decided it was a good idea to fuck with me. He's gonna tell Jonathan Damn Harrell he's too drunk to be in here, stumbling and so forth. PLEASE! Therewere people in there way worse than me. So he tells my homeboy C-Bizkit some shit about my wardrobe. Basically the mother fucker decided to throw me out because he didn't like my Polo Shirt!  Total Crap!

See, I hit the dance floor. Jonathan Damn Harrell was getting tipsy enough to finally get out of my shy ass mentality, and THIS happens! So here we got this miserable ass negative Samoan Rockstar wannabe giving me a hard time. Throwing me out wasn't enough. The mother fucker started pushing me!

Why was he hating? I tell ya why. He couldn't stand to see me getting down on the floor! I tell ya why, because I LOOK better than he does! Because Jonathan Damn Harrell DANCES better than him! And apparently, Jonathan Damn Harrell has a better fashion sense than him! So I say...

Fuck that Samoan Reject!

Fuck The Voodoo Lounge!

And if you hate on my Polo shirt, Fuck you too!

Jonathan Damn Harrell
(a.k.a. Johnny Franchise!)