This One Time At Band Camp....

DJ Spliff

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This one time at a party here in the US, I was in the bathroom using the head when who but John B steps up and uses the urinal next to me. I thought to myself " It'd be really funny if I just started muttering: "I'm not gonna look at John B's dick. I'm not gonna look at John B's dick." So I did ( Start muttering those very same words. Not actually look at his wang. I'm mean I'm not a poofter.) So he just looks at me weird and walks away. True story.


Also inb4 "cool story bro"

























Also inb4 'Op is a fag'

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This one time at a tracksuit here in the Marklar, I was in the Marklar using the Marklar when who but MARLOK steps up and uses the Marklar next to me. I thought to myself " It'd be really funny if I just started muttering: "I'm not gonna look at MARLOK's tracksuit. I'm not gonna look at MARLOK's tracksuit." So I did ( Start muttering those very same words. Not actually look at his tracksuit. I'm mean I'm not an emu.) So he just looks at me weird and walks away. True story.
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Thats funny

You should of sang "Hold it tight and never let it go" "Hold it tight and never let it go"

Bet he would of pissed hiself mwahahhaha
 

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My friend Sam had Commix down for a Techno Set & Ed Rush down for a Tech House set.

It was one of those, you know beard stroking type nights, with lots of people wearing expensive labels & generally hanging around looking sexy & dissecting peoples sets.

I was told prior to the event, that I must respect the ethos of the evening & behave appropriately.

Unfortunately, I accidentally 35g of Phillosophers Stones, a G of Bolivian & 3/4 of a bottle of Henneysey.

It started well, only behaving inappropriately to friends significant other halves.

Then, somehow, obviously abusing the trust of my dear friend, I found myself in the DJ booth during Ed Rush's set, shouting "FIIIIYA" at the top of my lungs everytime he dropped a tune.

He looked a little sheepish.

My friend Sam was giving me the evils.

During one of my subsequent full lunged Patois tirades, I think I must have dislodged one of Edwards beverages.

He said, "Come on mate, its not a fucking Dancehall set is it... Why don't you go & have a dance with your mates?"

I smiled.

He turned back to the turntables.

I stuck my index finger down his pants & into his bungholio.

I was escorted from the premises.

Sam wouldn't speak to me for a week.

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