The perils of clubbing: falling off your platforms, getting groped, taking bad ecstasy… and getting tuberculosis. Suddenly spending Friday night at home with the Buffy DVD sounds so much better.
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We like to refer to the first one as pump blowout….particularly entertaining when mastered by a drunk sorority girl.