If you don’t show me the best clubbers in the UK I’ll bust your chops old man
Every week I bring you the best clubbers in the UK, and every week you say nothing. No comments, no emails – no thanks for the things I do for you. It hurts.
Do you even read this bit? Do you even care? Come on, man. Here’s the jazziest, snazziest clubbers in the country.
At least fucking tweet me if you enjoy them.
To kick things off, here’s a shark man with a pitcher of vomit
Nothing to see here
Pretty sure two of these guys are Photoshopped in
Just a theory
I actually feel much better after being sick so much
Might get myself another drink
Didn’t realise your family were visiting this weekend
Dad’s got his tin foil hat on again
I’m sorry, mate. No boots, no cats, no entry.
It’s in the fucking name man
Someone get this girl some reading glasses
For all our sakes
Just three shillings, sir, and we’ll show you some tantalising ankle
Best ankles in the southwest, this girl
The Riddler will be telling no riddles for you tonight
He has a mouth, but does not speak
They’ve just seen your naked body
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be
Two strippergrams? For me!?
It’s gonna be a hell of a night
GIRLS FURLS EELS AYE
I don’t know what it means either
When you realise it’s not 1980
Oh bugger I’ve gone and put my foot right in it
Bonus round: Men jizzing themselves on the dancefloor
Yes, glorious master, I will do your bidding without question
No, stay in your crypt – preserve your strength for the full moon
When you think about how many people you’ve let die because you love clubbing so much
How many fires go unfought while I stand here on this dancefloor?