Who’s that casting devious stares in your direction? It matters not if they are properly masked. Now go bag it, bag it up…

This Shit Is Crispy

Because we’ve been frying for a long time. Some of us got a little hotter than others over the jump, and the call for dance floor etiquette is a little louder than usual.

Point is, stay away from the goods.

Unless the sloppy drunk in question was Sir Kanye West. His dick fell off a long time ago.

Anyway, get well soon, but if your tittie burn doesn’t look cute, just dress up like a Camel girl. He’ll walk right into your nicotine trap and you can exact revenge involving his specs.

Meantimes, the prettiest of you were Ridin’ The Bull With Jay. That is, the limo that Red Bull gave Simplefly for the night so that he could Make Time in style.

Cut and paste above crowd into Transit for MSTRKRFT. I spent most of my time down under where the WTWB crew had joints cracking. Dis why I missed the VIP Club Scout meeting with Sparks, and had to swallow the regret with a less magical beverage. Was there a secret code passed around, a new word, an everlasting glow stick? Sources were mum. But I saw that free drink glow on your face, sweet thing, I KNOW.

As for the train wrecks, y’all are keeping a low pro.

Luckily, everybody remembered where the Trocadero was for Justice on Sunday. Everybody also remembered who Justice was. Too much impressive. If this was Kanye V. Justice weekend, West lost the battle again, not based on which show had more sex, but which show I went to. I tried, broham, I tried. Not convinced? Justice turned up at their Silk afterparty, whereas Kanye was headed to Solo (the old Egypt). They didn’t spin, but tables were broken and shirts were removed. As for Kanye’s Platinum Party, it was a hot Spring Garden mess after the shooting that occurred outside of Delilah’s. We’re both still around, however. Survival.

Confessions On The Dance Floor

“Penn kids don’t eat pizza, they eat laptops and gasoline.”

Talkin’ Candy

You’re turnin’ tricks at Halloween parties and I’m assuming you know which ones to go to. All of them, especially ours if you want to see what twisted shit we cook up. But if you’re looking for somewhere to go, there’s always a house to raid. I got the inside on who is giving out what and what they’d hand out if taken hostage until compliant. Your hit list:

“Bottlescaps! Always the best.”-Doyle, The A-Sides

“Of course I’m giving out candy. Snickers, Reeses, and Miniatures.”-Annie Heckenberger, GPTMC

“Craisins.”-KT, Broadzilla DJ

“Plain Hershey bars and Tootsie Pops.”-Diamond Girl, Faux Pas

“I think Clif Bars should come in Fun-Size.”-Evan Klinefelter, Dark Horse And The Carousels

“Raspberry-flavored Plan B the morning after Halloween.”-Tommy Up, Paperstreet

“Mostly sugary stuff, including Gummy Krabby Patties, which make me the cool mom in the development.”-Amy Quinn, Citizen Mom

“I’m a big fan of the Twix. All varieties. And Skittles. Even though they have animal hoof or whatever in them.”-Drew Lazor, City Paper

“Reeses Mini Peanut Butter Cups.”-Jersey Dan, Renaissance Man

“I don’t really like candy all that much, but Kit Kats are great.”-D-Mac, Philadelphia Will Do

“Baby Ruth.”-Jonny B, Faux Pas

“Your grandfather’s Tastykake stash.”-My Mom

This entry was posted on Thursday, October 25th, 2007 at 2:42 pm.