Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
(, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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My mate Will told me he was in the ex-Malaap Club in Bristol dancing with a very sexy dominating-type chick and she whispered into his ear:
"Let's go somewhere else so I can torture you"
And he bottled it and left.
He regretted his actions when I suggested that she had more than likely said:
"Let's go somewhere else so I can TALK TO you."
Silly Will.
(, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 18:35, Reply)
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