
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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Early 90's, Dancefloor disasters were few and far between. However when they did happen they went down like Pork at a Bahmitzfah.
I aquired some really really bad speed on the way to a club in Leeds.
I then threw up in her mouth as we kissed on the dancefloor halfway through a Joey Beltram DJ Set.
Her brother leathered me.
Everywhere.
Still I got some boss pills on Charnock Services on the Way Home
Techno - BANG BANG BANG BANG - FUCK OFF
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 16:54, Reply)
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