THE WEEKEND HAS LANDED, All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I've got 48 hours off from the world man. I'm gonna blow steam out of my head like a screaming kettle. I'm gonna talk codsh** to strangers all night. I'm gonna lose the plot on the dancefloor, the free radicals inside me are freaking, man! Tonight i'm Jip Travolta, I'm Peter Popper, I'm going to never never land with my chosen family man. We're going to get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did. Anything could
Safe sex party year 2
