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Drink Rebel Tallboys

November 22, 2005


The dirts over at DRT are getting people to rally:



Tell those Damn Randy Tarts how much you hate them at the soiree this weekend:



If you are a robot-thing with no feelings or if you have a lump of coal growing on your forehead and you do not want to join the Party Crew this Friday then don't worry, friend. Cheer up. Those Dirty Rotten Thugs have thought of every excuse and are willing to provide you with another shot at connecting with young, gorgeous, upwardly mobile hooligans like this guy:



PARTY # 2



Come out to watch the Dusty Rubber Tires try their hand at making lady-friends...

Come out to watch Cee Pee and Homesick hug it out...

Come out to hear Fathom play sick tunes...

Come out to watch the Party Crew dance...

Come out to watch me buy Man/Woman The Bartender a flashing rose...

posted by Neha
4:13 PM

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

HOLL-FUCKING-ER.
S'Gonna be deadly.

11/22/2005 05:56:00 PM  

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