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Sah Dah Tay. Runny Kyne on three and foe uh yo daymees. Seppa Tay.

Notallthere, This post is one of the dumbest thus far. Nightclubs or no nightclubs, New York City dwarfs New Jersey in every respect. Fuck New Jersey and all of its inhabitants whose beliefs are similar to yours.

Fuck Mirage. Never liked it, never will. Personally, I can't feel the vibe at all. I wouldn't even call it a vibe.

Gi-Joe (1982-1990 series) Transformers (Generation One) Hulk Hogan's Rockin Wrestling Spiderman and his Amazing Friends The Incredible Hulk (1980's series) Thundercats The Bionic Six Muppet Babies Gobots Looney Tunes (1950's - 70's, when the characters started developing sarcastic personalities) C.O.P.S. (Fighting crime in a future time!!!) Spawn (the animated series that was on HBO at one time) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Anyone going to discotheque this evening? How is the party there on Saturday night? Is Boris' track selection / spinning as nasty as usual, or does he play different music? Someone inform me of some good (house-music playing) afterhours spots for Sunday morning. Also, provide some addresses if you can; they would be highly appreciated.

Does anyone know of any good afterhours spots in Manhattan on Sunday morning? I've never been to Float. Does the mainfloor dj spin house music, and is he good? What are some other good spots for Sunday morning?

Who's spinning at Shelter and Arc Saturday night?

Is Exit going to be closed on Saturday night as well? Someone recommend a party for tomorrow. I need to get the fuck out.

The Factory of Muthafuckin Sound.

You need to be much more careful when you cheat, brother. I can't believe you threw the shit in the garbage. Always keep it on your person and never get rid of it. Slip that shit into your mouth and swallow it, but don't throw it away. Is this a college class? What exactly happened? Did he see you drop the paper into the garbage? Explain.

Nothing Michael Jackson said makes me feel as if he's some kind of deviant pedophile. I can't believe that the greatest entertainer in the world is now reduced to fending accusations of adult-child sexuality. The stigma of the '93 sexual abuse accusation will never be erased from Jackson's life, and this recent interview, along with the video of him holding his child over a balcony, has revived in many people a feeling of animosity towards Jackson. The whole thing is sickening. Individuals may talk out of their asses and label Jackson as some type of pedophile, but I will never consider him to anything more than a caring, selfless individual who continuously has his words and actions misconstrued. Nothing as of yet has changed my opinion of Michael Jackson, and I believe absolutely nothing that has been said about him thus far. Jackson is one of the greatest human beings of all time.

I never found her attractive.

Fuck growing up. I'm in law school and would not hesitate to bring stink bombs into the school to break on the bathroom floor, or perhaps even in the the hallway. Thanks for reminding me of such a novel idea, weed.

Get a life.

This post reminds me of the old Freedom afterhours that was once held in the Hampton Bays. Of all clubs that I've frequented, both in and out of the city, I have to admit that Freedom is the sickest venue I've ever been to. During the first year of Freedom's afterhours venue, the staff never checked anyone that came in. There were no checks for IDs or drugs, but one could pretty much bring in anything one wanted to. The vibe was so fucking nasty: Rob James killing it on the one and two's from 4 a.m. into the afternoon hours; people bringing water bottles full of God-knows-what in; people being anything but discrete with their drug habits; blunts going around; and every drug of choice, including jars of K and dust blunts, being passed around as if it were nothing more than a luxury item. There was no fucking dress code; everyone, including punks, skaters, and guidos, would pack that place out and get open to some of the most soulful house music. Adding even more sickness to the vibe was the size of the place; it was nothing more than a basement with two bars, a small dancefloor, a dj booth, and one bathroom. There was also this little hidden area on the right - behind the plexi glass - as one walked down the stairs that served as a nice little spot to do almost anything. I don't think alcohol was served at Freedom, being that the party began on Sunday morning, but no alcohol was needed. I really miss the afterhours at freedom; it reminds me of one of the most beautiful Summers of my life. It was by far the nastiest venue the Hamptons has ever seen.

How exactly did he go about stealing all that money from you? Did he admit to stealing it? And, did you get any of the money back?

Shaddap, you fuckin donkey-puss.

To be honest, I really don't know how the hell Tony Draper held on to the mainfloor for so long on Friday nights. A big chance was taken by making him the head dj of such a large venue. I can't believe a dj of his limited skill and diversity actually made it on to the mainfloor. Some individuals may claim that "he did something right" in order to hold on to mainfloor every friday night. But honestly, he didn't do shit right. He spun at a venue that was considered a fucking joke by the majority of real house-heads, and he held it down because the club itself went to shit during his residency. Ultimately, he gained a following that consisted of nothing more than the cunts who remained there after the party went to shit. Nonetheless, mainfloor dj or not, Draper's friday night venues sucked fat gorilla nut. It wasn't a true nightclub, but rather, a tasteless playground for bitch-asses to clap their hands and stop their feet to some of the most tasteless house music. There was no soul or flavor to his track selection or mixing. I haven't heard him spin in a long time, but from what I remember, he was nothing more than an insult to house music. I am sorry to see Cyberia fridays go to shit, however. I enjoyed the vibe there way more than I did Mirage's, and the music spun by Ojeda was, as always, beautiful and soulful.

Mindtrap mix is my favorite. A CPI classic.

Some of that shit sounds like it has quite a bit of cholesterol. I could go for a turkey burger with cheese, and extra pickles on the side.

I've seen her in films in the past, and she is so ugly. There is nothing about her that is attractive. Her face looks so stupid, I feel like belting it with a tire iron.

Best Experiences: Going outside during lunch to smoke a blunt with my crew. Regardless of how many rival crews there were in my high school, they all got down together outside when it came time to smoke a blunt. The skaters, the gangstas, the punk kids, the smart kids; all of them got together to blaze. It was a good time. Taking two hits of acid (kaleidescope) before coming to 1st period, and then starting to trip REALLY hard by second period. I remember the tingly feeling in my spine, the feeling of restlesness, the electricity in my gut....damn, it was a carefree time. Bumming change off of every individual in the cafeteria in order to buy lunch. Meeting an individual who would eventually become my best friend for years to follow. Going outside before History, baking my friend's car out, and then going to class only to laugh when hearing my professor ask "Where've you been?" Telling my art teacher, Ms. Schoen, that she has no breasts, and that she's a cunt. Making fun of this Iranian girl named "NADA." I'm sure you can imagine the fun I had with that name! Organizing when and where we were going to meet to chill out after school. Worst Experiences: Witnessing the return of heroin on the drug scene. All of a sudden, everyone was a smack head (especially those who listened to alternative music, for some reason). Drugs started taking over the school, and students were eventually prevented from going outside during the day. This decreased the comradery among students during blunt time. Going to school while tripping hard (on a hit and a half of Yellow Shield hits), and getting caught for being there when i wasn't supposed to be there (I was on suspension, but went to hang out with friends, lol). I got caught, and my older brother had to come from work to pick me up. Until that day, I never knew what it was like to get punched hard in the face while tripping very hard on acid. Getting kicked out of most of my classes for being a wise ass. Realizing at one point that I was nothing more than a fucking druggy who hung around school and did absolutely nothing to better himself. The novelty of getting fucked up started to wear off, and the reality of what I was going to do after high school started setting in. Getting robbed and nearly killed for all of my money (I used to sell at one time). This made me realize that: (1) I'm not cut out for drug selling, and (2) I am too much of a non-fighter to be around drug dealers. I really got my ass kicked during this robbery. I got snuffed in the bathroom from 4 older guys who were friends of a friend, got knocked on to the floor, got kicked in the mouth and face, and then had my right eye kicked very hard with a boot. I couldn't see out of my eye for over a month.

I understand your grievance. I have a three hour break between classes, and the computer in my school's writing lab won't let me save an assignment that I decided to get a jump on. So, I had to email it to myself.

I never realized there was a hip-hop party at Factory on Friday nights. I can't picture that type of party being held there. I went to Factory Friday once, and I believe it was during 99. The party sucked, and the crowd seemed far younger than I had expected.

She's definitely gaping the hole, but her expression casts some doubt on whether she's enjoying it.