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You are not a f*cking DJ. You’re an overpaid, untalented, cake-throwing c*nt.
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Her name is 'Nastia Beauty'!!!! Deadly.
Look at her go!!!
Fuk it someone should bring her over to Dublin!
<waits for the onslaught of "Why? Just cause she's a girl and she's got t1ts and bounces around - that's got nothing to do with her ability as a dj bla bla bla....>
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Jazzzzzzz Hands!!!! or is that Jizzzzz Hands......0 -
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much like Hollyoaks - this is best enjoyed with the sound muted.0 -
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Over the years, Voina staged many actions: police station take-overs, anti-homophobic faux-lynchings in malls, stray cat throwing into swanky restaurants, anti-Medvedev public orgies and all kinds of ruckus. Their most recent target: the headquarters of FSB, the offices of Russia's KGB incarnate Federal Security Service. Our source: Voina themselves.
In the early morn of Che Guevara's birthday, the group psyched out bascule bridge guards and made their way to the center of Liteiny Bridge. In 23 seconds flat, Voina painted a 213-feet-tall, 89-feet-wide phallus dubbed "Giant Galactic Space Dick."
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Haha.to be fair, sounds like i'd have a great time there.
When I was in Thailand with a couple of mates a good while ago, the last night when we were in Bangkok we wanted to go out and have a few beers in a bar, nothing mental, just a few quiet beers without being surrounded by a load of psycho Thai birds asking you to buy them a drink. At the start of the trip we were in club one night with each of us surrounded by about six girls, all of them climbing all over us constantly insisting on us buying them drinks....crazy stuff.
Anyway, final night we went for a stroll trying to find a bar and some Random bloke comes up to us asking if we're into women and we were like, "not now" as in "not hookers" so the guy says, "Do you want boys then?" And we were like "Get the F@*k!!!!" "We just want a quiet drink without getting hassled" We all laughed and then he suggested a "really cool" Karaoke Bar that we'd love. (I know, Karaoke Bar, I should've known better!) "Sound", we thought. So off we go to this bar, which was just around from our hotel.
We walked into the place, which we were the only ones there apart from 2 big Muthafvckers (who were obviously Da Management, i.e. Security), a barman and about 20 Thai Girls, all with bracelets on that had numbers on them. STUNG!!!
We said fvck it, we'll stay for a beer and then head off. Beers comes over, with a bill for about 4 or 5 times the cost of a beer in a normal bar, quickly followed by the Madame asking us which number we want, all the while the two big fvckers giving us the death stares. We told her we were grand and that we just wanted to have a beer in peace. She left us alone, well alone as anybody can be with 20 girls with number tags, and two bouncers ready to kill you staring at you while you try to drink your over priced beer.
Eventually the Madame sends us over two of the days specials, Number 18 & 11, although that could've been Number 14 & 6, can't remember. We were then told that we should buy the ladies some drinks. Great. :rolleyes:
We decided that it was probably in our best interests to buy them a couple of drinks, although we did toy with the idea of getting a bottle of coke and two straws but thought better of it. Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity of idle chit chat with two hookers with about 4 words of English between them we decided to act in the time old tradition of a Sunday World reporter, we made our excuses and left.
Think we ended up at a show with a Thai Elvis and Tom Jones impersonator. 0 -
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Well, if you like your weed, the north is your man. If you go on a trek (and I really can't recommend this enough), you travel by car (with a gang of other tourists) for a few hours north from Chiang Mai, then trek for a few hours. Once there, you get to stay with a tribe for a few days - eating meals with them and just buzzing around in general. One of the lads we went with brought a gameboy and gave the local kids a go - you should have seen the amazement on their faces! And after an hour, they were actually pretty good at it too.
It's a real change from your average tourist trap. Anyway, if you want weed they give you some of their freshly grown stuff. Unbelievably fresh and sticky buds. For peanuts too. And obviously, no police within 100 miles of you probably.
When the trek is over, your guide will take you on a walk through some amazing countryside. Of all the trips I've taken it was by far the most memorable. I'd suggest The Lonely Planet too for general info. They're a pretty good set of books. But you know yourself, wherever you end up over there you'll have an awesome time.
As for full moon/half moon, they're just massive outdoor parties. The music is pants but who cares, everyone is just out to have a good time.0 -
Haha.
Anyway, final night we went for a stroll trying to find a bar and some Random bloke comes up to us asking if we're into women and we were like, "not now" as in "not hookers" so the guy says, "Do you want boys then?" And we were like "Get the F@*k!!!!" "We just want a quiet drink without getting hassled" We all laughed and then he suggested a "really cool" Karaoke Bar that we'd love. (I know, Karaoke Bar, I should've known better!) "Sound", we thought. So off we go to this bar, which was just around from our hotel.
We walked into the place, which we were the only ones there apart from 2 big Muthafvckers (who were obviously Da Management, i.e. Security), a barman and about 20 Thai Girls, all with bracelets on that had numbers on them. STUNG!!!
We said fvck it, we'll stay for a beer and then head off. Beers comes over, with a bill for about 4 or 5 times the cost of a beer in a normal bar, quickly followed by the Madame asking us which number we want, all the while the two big fvckers giving us the death stares. We told her we were grand and that we just wanted to have a beer in peace. She left us alone, well alone as anybody can be with 20 girls with number tags, and two bouncers ready to kill you staring at you while you try to drink your over priced beer.
Eventually the Madame sends us over two of the days specials, Number 18 & 11, although that could've been Number 14 & 6, can't remember. We were then told that we should buy the ladies some drinks. Great. :rolleyes:
We decided that it was probably in our best interests to buy them a couple of drinks, although we did toy with the idea of getting a bottle of coke and two straws but thought better of it. Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity of idle chit chat with two hookers with about 4 words of English between them we decided to act in the time old tradition of a Sunday World reporter, we made our excuses and left.
Think we ended up at a show with a Thai Elvis and Tom Jones impersonator.
That's gas - I actually had the exact same experience on my first night in Bangkok.
Being typical Irish drunks, we didn't really give a sh1t about the numbered ladies - we were just glad to find somewhere that still served us.0 -
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