dod9y last night..

He had to quit that last month as he now has a full time job (section manager - never hear the end of it). He had to pay last night - he was not too pleased.

my guess is if he attempts to go in again anytime soon he'll b advised that he is!

aaww bless him hes dead canny tho aint he, he makes me laugh and has brightened up many a day when i've bin freezin ma arse off, bored to death flyering!! aw bless him he wudnt hurt a fly tho, no need for the bouncers punchin him like!! xxx

HAHA PODGY FUCK..

NEEDED A GOOD BEATING.

I've got a quality one of you kyle, I'll post it up tomorrow when my website isnt being an arse

Is it bad?

You look as if someone had zip tied your scrot to moving aircraft :spangled:

E-mail it to me. My address is in my profile. Let me see before you post please.

Ok, its not that bad dude, not as bad as the other one you posted up


I havent got it on this PC, i'll email it tomorrow

I went out with him last night... to the Powerhouse with our gay mates was quite cool except the music

He said one of the bouncers accused him of dealing but didnt find anything when he searched him but still kicked him out

yeh he txt me that, he got a smack from the guy aswell, fuckin bouncers

Yeah, he told me n tom that too. He's fine like just pissed off, says the bouncer has a prob with him. I know for a fact he wasn't dealing too

Any pics of the exposed dealer? Shame him.

I like professional door staff, 90% of the one's at Foundation are well sound, apart from that one guy. He's always snarling at me or ripping the piss, then on Friday just dragged me off the dance floor and to the fire exit.

He starts calling me a "little fucking shit", says he's seen me and two girls (???) dealing, and wants to do a search. So I empty my pockets and he finds nowt (he nicked my bottle of poppers tho ). Pete Robinson comes by and asks him what he's doing, and that I work for them, but the bouncer just mumbles some shit and chucks me outside. I then asked quite politely why he was chucking me out, and why he thought I was dealing, so the very nice, polite and professional member of doorstaff twats me in the face and tells me to fuck off before he does more.

Was having the best night out at Quality ever until that (Phil Reynolds remembered me! ). The only shit I was up to that night was passing around my poppers and unlawful possession of a glowstick.

Thought Promise used to advertise "with the reassurance of friendly doorstaff". Fucking right.

DEALER!

want some gak? cheap.

I hate dealers! I met one on Friday night and he took all my money best hand he gave me was a pair...

boom boom