Girl: Can you play some Rihanna?
DJ: This is Rihanna playing right now
Girl: OK, how about some David Guetta?
DJ: This is David Guetta featuring Rihanna
Girl: Oh.
(DJ-ing at the Ace Hotel)
Preppy White Guy In A Suit: Do you happen to take requests?
DLO: Not at all. Sorry.
Preppy White Guy In A Suit: Well what if I subtly just happen to say Niggas in Paris?
dude: yo dude, can you play rocky mountain by john denver?
ed blammo: haha wait, what?
dude: my boy just got back from the war, can you play some john denver?
ed blammo: your friend just got back from a fucking war and you want to make him listen to john fucking denver?
dude: fuck you dickhead.
Girl: Can you play some Rihanna?
DJ: This is Rihanna playing right now
Girl: OK, how about some David Guetta?
DJ: This is David Guetta featuring Rihanna
Girl: Oh.

DJ walks into lame ordinary shoe store and find the girl making who made silly requests all night at the club.
DJ: Do you have soccer boots ?
Girl: No (looking stunned)
DJ: Why not, I really want soccer boots
Girl: Ehm… this is a womens shoe store, you know!
DJ: Yeah, but it is my friends birthday so I really want some soccer boots. Do you have any… Puma, Nike, Addidas… just something?
Girl: Errr, no. We don’t sell that stuff here.
DJ: Ok, you know what. If you sell me some soccer boots all my friends will come and buy some. I promise, everybody will think this is the shit.
Girl: HEY! We do NOT sell soccer boots!
DJ: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU COMMIN AROUND MY CLUB ASKING FOR RIHANNA WHEN WE OBVIOUSLY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT *facepalms her on the way out*
ATTENTION LADIES: your friend’s birthday is not a good enough reason to ask for terrible music

Girl (who just walked into the club): Can you play some radio music?
DJ (playing hiphop): You mean like Top 40 music?
Girl: No, I mean radio music. Just tune it to z100 so we can dance!
Guy: What kinda music are you playing tonight?
3 DJs: Sort of alternative, rock, techno. Weirder stuff.
Guy: Do you do requests?
3 DJs: Depends
Guy: Can I have some Bryan Adams?
3 DJs: HAHA (all burst into hysterical laughter)
Guy: (starts crying)
DJ: (setting up before a show)
Dude in black goth makeup: cool setup, why do you need your laptop?
DJ: this usb cord comes out into this box and my box connects to my mixer allowing me to…
Dude: (cuts DJ off) Got any Anthrax?
DJ: Nah sorry man
DJ: Well what do you have, cause if you start playing faggy techno shit I’m leaving
guy: hey dude, do you have Hella Life?
dj: by who?
guy: I don’t know
dj: sorry, but I can’t play that if I don’t know who it’s by
guy: but dude, it’s the shit, all the girls are asking for it
dj: sorry man
guy: come on man, pretty pleaseeeeeee???
dj: sorry
guy: (starts to repeat like a 5yr old who wants their mom to buy them a new toy) hellalife…hellalife…hellalife…hellalife…hellalife…hellalife…hellalife…hellalife…hellalife
(the song he was requesting was actually Hell Of A Life by Kanye West)
Guy: Hey man, can you play some Vampire Weekend?
DJ: Uh, I don’t have any.
Guy: But, like, come on man, can’t you just download it from iTunes?
DJ: Sorry (trying to be polite)
Guy: It’s ok man, I’ll just download it for you (grabs DJ’s laptop, pulls out all the cables out, and stops the music.)
Guy: Hey man, what is your iTunes password?
DJ: (stunned) Give it to me
(Guy gives back the laptop. DJ re-inserts the cables and exit out of iTunes.)
Guy: Hey man, why’d you just close iTunes?
(DJ punches guy in the jaw. Guy falls to the floor, unconscious. Crowd applauds)
“Hey DJ! Your music SUCKS. Play something to get the party started…like the DOOBIE BROTHERS!”