So there we were in Saturn’s orbits of naassness filming each other laughing at each other filming each other, when babes drops his or her glass of absolute neon cheese on like the mixer thus producing a like ingenious little remix of the latest effort from the like bloody beeshreets. It’s like eeeeerrwang a wang errrrrrrrr wang a wang errrrrrrr wang wang, and we’re all there like laying it down thick on like whoever the fuck’s stepdad’s gaff this is’s Persian rug, and it’s like ‘Oops, we’ve gone and like wrecked another expensive item in aid of having a like buzz’ which by the way is like so not oops in case ye like didn’t get that. Babes rocks over to me like foaming at the mouth or whatever but like still saying boom occasionally so like the old eyes rolling back into the cranium symptom isn’t that worrying. It’s like hello my sisters mates all did medicine, or whatever. Anybuzz babes pitches up and is all like ‘oh my like Boom! god babes that t-shirt doesn’t even say ‘oh my god if we’re ever gonna be naass then surely now is the time to be super hyper turbo nigs naass A9’ or whatever. I’m like at this stage going through babe’s iPod and like can only find like 40,000 photos of like us like totally taking the piss at like Shaneo’s little sisters 21st, so I like just mase the cunt and get back to like filming Honer and Fads throwing Sheebo’s dog at the decks.
Sunday 23rd May
‘That was so like nosh on or whatever’ and it’s like ‘eh, Jennyfaria I think you need to get your like nigs tested, cuz the like lot of us bursting into the room stork bolock electro with the decks and speakers, playing like ‘We are your like friends or whatever’ while Gicker and Marie were like going for the old ultimate super-anti nigs buzz in Flaine’s step-mum’s bed, has got to go down as like the best remix of a given situation since Ciara like puked all over Feltch’s ticket to ‘I love Techno’ while he was there trying to cut off a lock of Erol Alkan’s pubes in the button factory.
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