Master P Moment Atlantic City

Master P Moment
Atlantic City Trip

This goes out to Quad Skates who vividly remembers the cold March night in Atlantic City.

It was a Saturday Night, Quads, the Chief Editor and Master P decided to venture out in the swamps of Atlantic City.  We had to go out in style.  Quad Skates wore his white stretched bell bottom paints,  from his Saturday Night Fever Roll a-thon.  He accompanied the white paints with curly chest hair that was bulging out of his white blazer jacket.  He used a fragrance that smelled of musk, and dance fever to further complete the outfit.

The Chief Editor wore a light stone-wash denim jacket, with minor tears around the sleeves.  It had a Jordache tag, and was very snug around the shoulders.  His denim jeans were tight around the thighs, and lose around the ankles.  It only needed a Canadian Maple leaf on his stone-wash denim jacket, to be an official Canadian Tuxedo. 

Master P didn't get the memo about wearing a proper stylish get-up.  He instead wore a flannel jacket, with his Frankenstein t-shirt underneath. 

The three saddle up into Quads Skates Honda Odyssey, or as the ladies call it the "Quad-odyssey." The music was blaring 80s retro hip-hop "the freaks come out at night".  They were off on their AC adventure.

First stop.  Borgata. 

The chief Editor explained "We got to Borgata do it" 

As the trio enter the Borgata, they noticed the formal attire everyone was wearing.  Than they saw the cover charge and prices of admission to the bars and clubs

Master P looked puzzled and very frightful. 

The Chief Editor commented "We got to Borgata out of here"

So the party march on to a more reasonably price spot. 

Master P had an idea
"Lets go to the Tropicana, they have a lot of bars, cheap drinks, and loose women."

Quad Skates replied
"As long as there is a dance floor that can handle my quad skates.  Count me in."

The trio walked into the wonders of the Tropicana.  It had countless numbers of bars, no cover charges, slot machines, chocolate fountains, funky dance beats, a waffle and chicken house, a full party of loose women, swimming pools, poker tables, build your own burrito huts, Singapore noodle stands, 60' flat screen televisions, and outstanding public restrooms.

A bewildered Master P was in paradise.
"Wow, this place is awesome"

To their amazement they saw a recognizable Waterford Hockey Player, it was Coldplay with an entourage of guests. 

Master P yelled
"I used to rule the world"

Coldplay turn and acknowledge the trio
"Hey guys"

The Chief Editor asked
"Do you know of any hot spots to go to."

Coldplay remarked
"Ya, I got a spot.  I can get us in VIP too.  Your with the Coldplay now.  Things are going to get crazy!"

So now the trio had joined forces with Coldplay and his entourage.

Coldplay pointed at a club, that was situated across the Hooters in the lower level in the Tropicana
"Lets go to Fireworks, their is a lot of tail up in there."

Music was bumping hot beats, of current hip hop music.  It was a downer of the old school beats Quads was playing in the "Quad-odyssey"

Quads commented
"Tell the DJ, he needs to play some classic hip hop.  This new shit, makes my quad skates roll with disappointment."

The club was packed with females, as Coldplay had promised.  The women in the club were also very excited to see the lead singer of the most "homo-erotic" rock band of the last century.

"Oh, Coldplay!"
A fierce crowd of women and males screamed

Master P as always, subdued and relaxed proceeded to the bar.  His red flannel jacket, with a black and green Frankenstein t-shirt made his way through a pack of ravage Coldplay fans.  As he was making a path, he accidentally bumped into a rather portly gentlemen who was very intoxicated.

"Hey man"
the portly gentlemen proclaimed

Master P replied
"Sorry"

The portly gentlemen wasn't at all angry, he was rather intrigue about this tall, blond man with a flannel jacket and Frankenstein shirt.  He was flattered that such a man, who was rather polite had bumped into his way.  He kept an eye on him, while he stir his Shirley temple and vodka.

Master P order a bottle of Champagne for himself, and Coldplay to sip on in the VIP lounge.  Coldplay was delighted that Master P had ordered him such a extravagant drink.  He got the attention of the entire bar.

"Hey everybody, I want to make a toast for my good buddy Master P.  He is a loyal friend and a great guy.  So Master P, here is to our great friendship.  And everyone drink the fuck up!"

A bashful Master P, just gave Coldplay a nod, and cling Champagne classes.

The portly gentlemen saw an opportunity to approach Master P.  He wanted to know who this Master P guy was.  What his thoughts about life, politics, food, friendship, romance, poetry, and fine wine were.  Why was his name Master P?  Why was he such close friends with Coldplay?  Where did he get that Frankenstein t-shirt?  Why did he make him feel all tingly inside? Who was this mysterious man?

Master P was nodding his head to the beat, just chilling with his boys.  The portly men open his mouth to speak, but was in a trance of Master P's luscious blue eyes.  He couldn't help himself anymore, he wanted a piece of Master P.  He gave Master P a big fat kiss right on the lips. 

Master P pushed the portly man off .  "You better back the fuck off.  I'm going to kick your homo-ass.  Just because I hang out with the number 1 "homo erotic" selling rock band in the world, doesn't mean I'm gay.  If you don't move away from me in 5 seconds, I'm going to punch you right in the face.  Its ok that your gay.  I have no problem with that.  But I do have a problem with a fat gay trying to make-out with me, while T-Pain is singing "I'm on a Boat"  Back the fuck off."

This Master P moment is brought to you by the googliy gazette.  Its March and its Master P month.