:: Saturday, January 29, 2005
ERE BE DICKHEADS
it's gotta be the lamest of lame "special effects".. and I'm bored to death of it.. every freaking lame-arse nightclub you'd likely go to has 'em.. y'know.. the one's that charge twice as much for their drinks, keep dickhead bouncer gorillas out the front, charge ridiculous entry fees.. massive lineups.. fashion nazis.. crazy little raver chicks.. pill munchers.. redbulls and bottled water everywhere and not a drop on tap.. it's the lamest of fucking lame effects.. that wuz really cool the first time you saw it maybe 5 or 6 years ago.. but now, just reminds you of every other totally munged out 5AM braindamaging acid flashback of your life.. dancing like an epilectic twat surrounded by assylum escapies covered in dust and crap.. as the sun rises over your looming hangover hell..
I'm talking of course about those lame arse "FLAME" things..
I'm fucken sick of the damn things..
y'know.. where they get some torch stand with a light and some wacky coloured tissue paper, and when they turn the little fan on inside.. WOW, IT LOOKS JUST LIKE A FLAME!! EXCEPT IT'S NOT, COZ IT'S JUST SHITTY LIT UP TISSUE PAPER BEING BLOWN AROUND.. YAAAAY!! WE'RE SO FREAKING TRIBAL..
yeah.. if I see another fucking venue with one of those fake flame dealies.. I'm gonna fucken torch the place for real.. no dicky tissue paper, we're talking petrol bomb molotovs.. yeah.. that'll show 'em..
COME UP WITH A NEW GIMMIC YA FUCKS!
:: Spoz 5:36 PM |