This is Shape Nightclub. Some of you may know it. You've probably seen me there.
One fateful night (ie. Saturday) Shape Nightclub was more like this.
That's right. Our favourite place to listen to tasty treats, drink dranks and stay out till dawn was in fact the victim of terrorists. You might have seen the ads warning us to look out for people lurking around sheds in the middle of night, people carrying bags of fertiliser, suspicious packages and the like, but did anyone think about THESE?
Obviously we should start arresting anyone who has a subscription to MAD magazine and still says "NOT" at the end of sentences and detaining them for up to 24 hours to question them over suspected activities. Who the fuck lets off stink bombs in the middle of a packed night club?
This guy (Maurice Fulton for the uninitiated) was all "ZIS IS DISGUZTING!", turned the sound off, and booted off to his hotel with some girls. Upstairs had to be closed, which was okay because the Institubes guys were hell drunk and busy letting groupies sing Daft Punk hooks into the microphone and turning the sound off so urrbody got to hear the full brunt of their voices.
In conclusion, whoever lets off stink bombs at a packed nightclub is either a giant jerk, or an evil genius, I haven't decided yet.
Love, Gracey.
P.S. Cameron Stack stayed the whole night at Shape, and didn't even go to Amps! Wowzers!
2 comments:
god damn maurice fulton has an exceptionally large forehead. he must be really smart.
I think the reason it looks like a 7head is because he has quite severe receding hair as well, poor guy.
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