Welcome to Bark After Dark, a series of hilarious but slightly unusual articles we post in the wee hours of the morning for you
weirdos night owls. Not for the faint of heart, weak of stomach, or low of humor. Enjoy!
That feel when you can’t find your crew at the club, but the beat’s about to drop, and you’re like, “Where my
bitches canines with vaginas at!?” Then you find the whole squad on the dance floor, and tear that ish up, and live your best lives.