Wow, can't believe this...NOTHING is sacred on South Park, but hey man, you go after Scientology...now that's crossing a line! Give me a break! Any thoughts on how many heads the Tom Cruise/Katie baby will be born with?
I second that...Club Vyto, random bars thrown in, dirty dirty Underbar where I will once again try to make the Plastic Sex glasses stay on my face... Return to Club Vyto for marathon sprinkly Unicorn trance set and table dancing. 7 am Sunday: donuts
There were bongo drums and I definitely sweated a lot. All I can say is Jose was out in full effect Friday night, minimal slouching...although can't account for whatever happened after 2 am...
You were cutting a rug, all right... Slouch afterhours are the only afterhours worth a damn, straight up. Dweebs were listening to hip hop, R & B...I was close to suicide. My flask of Patron was the only thing that saved my sanity.
That may be, but you weren't slouching much that night! Way to rock out the black blazer, very styling...Mexican dancing too! I had a blast, until about 2:15 am, when my lame-ass afterhours experience began. Shoulda gone to RISE...
Not so fast, shorty...I was there, Jose too! Get yer facts straight before you let the accusations fly. Great time! Long live SlouchHouse. I Vyto's abs. There but for the grace of God...there go I...