
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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I vaguely remember being searched for weapons at the door and when the bouncer found my small swiss army knife, he confiscated it, gave me a receipt and hung it in a locker next to pistols, clubs, knives and a pair of nunchucks. I honestly can;'t even remember what the place was like aside from that... it was a bit of a big week.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 2:15, Reply)
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