Head transplant
This weekend I hid my Mohawk, my Siamese twin, Fiffy the dog and several other dear belongings under a hat and went out to the west end to celebrate my friends birthday.
We ended up in a posh and apparently very happening club called Paper. Despite the hyperactive bouncers and complicated queueing-system I had a great time, although I didn't get to see the UP (untouchable person) room and even missed the bed room -
But I wasn't tired anyway. (sorry, bad joke)
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