So anyway, yeah, we were walking trough the monged out lurks, late on Sunday night in Electric Picnic, when this girl pops out and starts begging us for pills. "I'm desperate", she says, "I'll give you 20, no 30 euro for one yoke".
Now the thing was, she was quite an attractive young lady and one of my friends had some headache tablets in his back pocket. We joked that he should have tried to fob them off on her, in exchange for some form of sexual favour. Oh, how we laughed, but we're far to moral to actually do a thing like that.
Thinking back on it though, maybe he should have given her one of the tablets. Not in the hope of getting a blow job, but so that she'd loosen up, stop moaning about the fact she wasn't high, and actually enjoy herself.
Imagine it - we say something along the lines of: "Yeah no worries. Have this on the house, but don't let anyone see you take it or everyone will want one." Then she takes it without looking and runs back off to her friends.
Now, it's unlikely that she'd be off her game for the night on the placebo effect, but it was already late and by the time she realised she'd been burned, it would be time to go to beddy-byes and get ready to leave the next day. In the mean time, instead of going around asking strangers for drugs, she could be off having a laugh - which I assume is what she payed the huge entrance fee for.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
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She was one silly bint alright.
The whole atmosphere in that place was a bit off to be honest. Scenesters and yokes. Never a good combo.
Good start on the blog chap. Entertaining blend of vitriol and sarcasm... Don't forget the human interest angle though. Got to satisfy those punters laddie. Huzzah!
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