Insane in the Membrane
It was 1993 and my mate and I had tickets to Cypress Hill at The Metro in Melbourne. We only had a few hours to race home from work, get as stoned as humanly possible, and get back into town for the gig. Eventually we get to the venue an hour or so late, but as baked as required. Standing in the queue- we began to think that the crowd was kind of unusual- we were the only ones in beanies and hoodies. Get to the door and the bouncer takes one look at us, laughs, and says " Sorry guys, Cypress Hill is next Thursday." Turned out we were a few hours late but a week early- and nearly ended up at a classic FM radio station Desperate and Dateless Ball.
(spacefart3000 Sporadic, at best., Thu 1 Aug 2013, 3:13, 3 replies)

Good guy bouncer.

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 1 Aug 2013, 6:33, closed)

Does sound like you'd have fitted right in

( wakeupandsmellthebacon, Thu 1 Aug 2013, 8:22, closed)

That's the worst excuse I've ever heard.

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Thu 1 Aug 2013, 8:58, closed)