Mel and the crazy dancing monkies at St James!
Verdict: Their music sibey jialat can!
Saw a handful of drunks after our party. One guy was supported by his friends on either side of him while he staggered, eyes unfocused, looking like he was gonna puke all over himself yet again.
Another couple were sitting quietly outside, with the girl half dead and buried on the guy's shoulder, her hands sitting pretty on his crotch and the guy looking like he was on a cloud of ecstasy.
Yet another girl, was crouching by the roadside, her spagetthi straps falling off her shoulders, her tua boobs playing peek-a-boo under her top. She was trying half-heartedly to push a guy away as he talked to her, hands slowly carassing her arms and conveniently pushing her straps (and exposing more chest) further.
These were the three which made the most memorable impact on me that night. Looking at them gave me a strange feeling, some kind of worry. Like Miss See-My-Breasts by the roadside, was the guy sincerely trying to help her? Was he her friend? Should I go over and help her? Is she gonna be ok?
And of course the major question: KNN, drink until so drunk for what?
Damien had this to say - The scene is still pretty much the same.
The sociatel perception is that pubs and clubs are the hippest thing for youngsters to do. I wonder if they actually factor in all the pukings as part of the hip factor.
0 spanks on my perky butt.:
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