Fuckin' Rockaz

And when I say “fuckin’ rockaz” I mean FUCKING ROCKERS.

Suppose you go to your fave dance club. Suppose you find it stuffed with rockers who came home for the Winter Holidays. But assume that you actually want to dance and that they’re filling up half the dancefloor and you’ll be pretty upset. As I am. Even if they cleared up at about 3 o’clock in the morning. When I just caught the vibe…

Catching the vibe = getting drunk as much as to loose your inhi-fuckin-bitions…

It was an adventureous night. At about 3 AM (and something) I went to the disco with some friends. And then at about 4 AM back to that club. And then home. And I still have the conscience to write these. Hehehe. It means I haven’t drank THAT much. And this is good news because tomorrow I won’t have THAT BAD hangover. Hehehehe. Or, won’t I?

OK. Me out…

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