
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 forgot my ipod though, so I've had to listen to the ridiculous collection of laughs that the prats in my office exhibit. It's like being in a nuthouse stuffed full of retarded hyenas on nitrous.
( , Wed 15 Apr 2009, 16:37, Reply)
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