Once upon a time...
a couple of friends went out and about drinking, celebrating both a friends debut as a DJ and friend of a friends bday party. And then they drank some more, did some fancy clapping and pretended to dance. Then they heard cool music and nicked some cool sunglasses. And then they had a couple of Tequila Slammers. (Doctor's order, no seriously!) Finally, after an excessive amount of lewd behaviour, someone continuously telling people that he picked up one of his neighbours, another person getting all her New Order and Joy Division songs mixed up (burn the witch!) and fast vast amounts of wanton debauchery, the party found... the Secret red stairs of sluttyness! The spirit of Goldfrapp started to command their bodies into the most shamefull poses on said stairs and it was all good.
4 comments:
Sad sad think, that I couldn't see most of it happening... (--_)
The Dj's have to stay in their place... Work work work!
Go Go Slutty Gadget!
Loved the fact you were there!
But then again, you're always there, and I always love it! (^^,)
B
ps.: the guy asked me to say the neighbour went to New Zealand.
That kinda makes me wonder...
Well, you saw it happening didn't you? You were high above everyone after all. :)
As for the neighbour, that kinda gives the expression "driving them way with a stick" a new meaning. Doesn't it?
LOL!
E afinal não tivemos de enforcar o Dj... pois ele salvou a noite.
Ass: A que se rendeu a: She came from greece with a thirst for ...
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