Trouble makers are the worst thing about raves. Trying to have a good time but you're never gonna enjoy it as much if you're gotta watch a few groups of dickheads around the rave.
I always wonder how they afford, or are willing to pay, the £15 or whatever to get in the scummy little bastards.
Even worse when they try to sell drugs: "Yeah I'm selling grams of Em Deee Em Ay innit bruv" and it invariably turns out to be dishwasher powder or something when you ask to have a look.
Dick heads.
I always wonder how they afford, or are willing to pay, the £15 or whatever to get in the scummy little bastards.
Even worse when they try to sell drugs: "Yeah I'm selling grams of Em Deee Em Ay innit bruv" and it invariably turns out to be dishwasher powder or something when you ask to have a look.
Dick heads.