
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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She didn't clean it up, nor did anyone else. It was a bit crusty by the morning... I had to use a dustpan as a shovel.
That was even worse than Joan Jett's funk that clung to the place no matter how much room deodorizer I sprayed.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 11:58, Reply)
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