I went to a club last thursday...
There was a rodeo bull in the middle of the floor so no one could fucking move. I got drunk, then I went home... poorer and angrier than I was when I left the house.

This pretty much sums up all my clubbing experiences.

apart from the bull, you dont see them often
(i should have joined myspace, Wed 15 Apr 2009, 23:24, 1 reply)

aha!
I question the sanity of event organisers who do this sort of thing.

I went to an indie club once that had the following on the same night:

1: All spirits and shots for 50p
2: A gyroscope

If that's not a recipe for disaster, I don't know what is
(SarcasticBarSteward wants to be good at Photoshop when he grows up, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 1:00, closed)