If you went to a festival a month ago I don’t give a fuck. If you hit the hottest nightspot in epicenter of the hottest town on the hottest planet with the hottest llama 2 days ago I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.
I understand that festival wristbands are often hard to take off with your teeth. I have damn near ruined my perfect smile trying to cleanse my arm of Blues fest but we live in a free market and un less you are about to board a plane than should duck into the corner store and pick up a pair of scissor or better yet just ask anyone if you can borrow a knife.
Even simpler wash off your club stamp, that shit is gross. I don’t care if you have to scrub for an hour. Club stamps are the tramp stamp of the wrist. I don’t really understand why anyone would want to keep a sweaty wristband reminder of anything. Do you think people that come out of mental hospital walk around with their insane bracelets so other reformed crazies can see where they have been?
“Yo you were Arkham. I couldn’t get in bra, respect”
it’s not jewelry its not even sanitary. Think about these idiots make and serve your food. Chances are they ate 15 caps in the middle of summer whilst screaming at a stage in the middle of a mosh pit with 5000 other people sweating out liters of MDMA and cheap vodka and than they hap hazardly scramble your eggs.
Yummy
friendsoftim 