The idea of a bunch of croissants drawing on whiskers on their face to get to a club for cheap (if you don't you pay a tenner) is my idea of hell. But the music was on point and I had my dancing partners on hand so I shall eat my whiskers and give it a paws up.
Tuesday, 22 January 2013
Jazzy fuckers
Labels:
boys,
catface,
clubbing,
croissants,
dancing,
drinking,
drunk,
girls,
jazzy fuckers
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