MajorMax wrote: » As a young man I was often told to drink a pint of milk to "line your stomach" before going out drinking, which I duly did....I also saw a good friend of mine drop a tab of acid on a nightclub floor awash in a half inch of piss, pick it up and put tit in his mouth. Just say no, kiddies
MCMLXXV wrote: » 'In my day' if ya 'claimed' someone ya wanted to beat them senseless! If this lads mates were going around Cardiff battering the head off wimmins maybe he deserved a black cock up his ring!
Bobjims wrote: » Was in certain clontarf niteclub a few years back when I saw this guy walking across the dancefloor with his hand over his mouth. Turns out he was rushing to the toilets. Unfortunately he didnt make it and started vomiting with his hand still over his mouth. This made his vomit shoot all over the dancefloor like a sprinkler covering quite a few victims. Ive never seen so many people react with disgust all at once. Thankfully I was well clear of his vomit spray. :cool:
MIRMIR82 wrote: » "gettin the shift"
MCMLXXV wrote: » ^^^^Claimed?
Svetti Arss wrote: » I was only 3 days in London in the late 80’s and was invited to see some “Exotic Dancers" one fine Sunday morning. Even though I had a hangover I went along to the function room in a pub. My mate had seen them before but I had no idea what to expect. Back then even tame topless mags where uncommon in Ireland and Virgin Megastore had just been prosecuted for selling condoms to the public. Anyway this stripper who wasn’t really good at dancing at all decided that out of the roughly 100 mostly bikers in the room that I was to be part of the act. She kept staring at me maybe sensing the fear and the more cigarettes I lit the more interested she became. She then stood in front of me and pulled the table out of the way, put out the fag and lubed herself in baby cream before sitting on my face and gyrating for a good few minutes. The crowd went mental as did the landlord who started screaming about losing his license etc. I was in shock but on the + side I didn’t suffocate and a load of the bikers bought me pints afterwards.
Dan I Am wrote: » This post brought back disturbing memories:eek:. The Forresters arms in Tooting Broadway? Hang out of the London Road-Rats MCC, and digs for Irish builders and labourers who lived in the pub. When I was there the Sunday strippers looked like middle-aged Mums doing an amateur and very uncomfortable routine for the few coins they could collect in a bucket from the silent gawping audience. Maybe I caught it on a bad day:rolleyes:
Crackle wrote: » After reading those 15 pages, I might never go out again.
Barna77 wrote: » With the mid term break on
jester77 wrote: » I remember the night club over the old Savoy cinema in Limerick, the carpet was like velcro, dirty place that was!
hacx wrote: » ressurecting this thread after a recent incident at a rural nightclub. Essentialy a bunch of about 12 fellas, from 17 upwards spontaneously started shifting eachother. Not only that, but they made it into a club. "Da Shifters Crew". It's on facebook. I sit next to the "CEO" in History. He's very open about the whle thing. The whole thing has turned half of the village of Lixnaw into bisexual farmers.
BickNarry wrote: » Was working there in my last job and this old fella- early fifties, gut hanging over his belt, badly dyed hair, expensive suit, dandruff, greasy bulldog face up on him- comes in. Somehow he has a stunner hanging off his arm. Mid thirties, thick as ****, total ride. Sticks out his chest and tries to show off; "Do ye take sterling?'' "No, sorry we don't" Takes out a stack of fifty euro notes (had no reason to ask bout sterling so) and orders two half pints. After a few minutes I notice they've drifted off without their drinks. Go out to have a cig, they're not there. Yeah, went up to the womens jacks.Could hear the manky old fecker moaning away from outside.Poked my head in, her down on her knees in the cubicle, then they start rattling away before I know it. Banged on the door. They ignored me. Second time and third time too. Then they ignored me telling them to fix themselves up and leave. Him sounding like a Tommy Tiernan doing the distressed goat voice. They eventually come downstairs,both grinning away. Wondering why they were so happy even though I took their drinks and told em leave- "Hiya Mick, let me get ya some drinks there" says the boss walking in. It was me,them and there dirty hands and mouths in an awkward silence for the rest of the night. I threw out their glasses. Creeps.
Ledger wrote: » Yea real classy people used to grace Ruby's on a wednesday night. Saw some young one givin a fella a hand job in the middle of the packed dancefloor one night there too. This wasn't long before it was sold and closed.
Karona wrote: » A girl i used to know was with her boyfriend one night in a club and she had just found out he was cheating but she didnt let him know that she knew. So he drops the hand but little does he know that it was her time of the month. Think he came away red faced and also red handed. Perfect payback in my opinion.
YFlyer wrote: » Termights. I got a few BJs there in my time
Duggy747 wrote: » On one night out I went for a piss at the urinals when next thing this ferocious smell hit me, I mean, it was horrific. It was like all the oxygen was sucked out of the club, replacing it with this rancid odour you'd probably associate with a dead body found in the trunk of a car on a hot summer's day! Anywho, I finish up strangling the worm and turn around to the bouncer who's pissing himself laughing at a cubicle. I asked him what he was laughing at, he kicks open the door and the next thing I saw put me straight off my drink. Good...........grief...............the previous user of the cubicle must've been flipping and spinning all over the place, shooting bodily fluids from every hole in his body. It was a sight to behold!! There was nothing but shìt and vomit running down the walls, big brown handprints smeared everywhere, the toilet bowl on the outside covered in vomit, the inside of the bowl overflowing with stained toilet paper.............sitting there like snow on a mountain peak. To top it off, on the ground there was a pair of boxers covered in a thick layer of brown goo and a puddle of, presumably, piss. Rancid fùcker!! The black guy I knew in the toilets who does the fragrances and all that was told to clean it up but when he saw it he roared out:....
jme2010 wrote: » Would you call the under 16 disco at the Wesley a nightclub? If so /Thread.
jme2010 wrote: » under 16 disco
syklops wrote: » Well at least tell us a story!
