Saturday in the last month of the year. Waiting for a phone call or a knock on the back door. These whims of humanity are met with objurgation. Dashed dreams of debauchery and retarded conversation or, sunken hopes of drunken french kisses and wasted condoms. So, have a beer and sit back and see what happens. Rebuke the others and fall prey to this dj set. What is the worst outcome of that?
"I threw her away like an old piece of fruit" -Ween