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The club thing is a world people can associate with, letting your hair down at the weekend.
The GP appeared in its typical V formation. "Goose on the lawn," Luc said. "Goose?" I asked. "That V formation. I like to use derogatory terms to describe the GP whenever possible.
'Gaydamak' in Turkish means a fighter. That's me.
Laughter tumbled from the bunk above. "Who needs groupies when I can listen to you two every night? Can you pass me a sock or something? I just spewed down my leg."
Fucking Laz.
In Atlantic City about to get my crunk on. I don't know what that means.
A glamazon is someone who's taken a love of beauty and life and listen, depending on the weather or how my blood sugar at any time, I can be more outspoken than other times, but it's a conscious decision to live life with a fierce determination.
We're on a mission from Glod.
What's a gom jabbar?
My twerking skills are for the bedroom, not for the club.
Fem-i-nist Fight Club / n. Your crew, your posse, your girl gang; your unconditionally helpful professional support system; your ride-or-die homies.
GYBE are among my, erm, two favourite Montreal bands, Arcade Fire being the other.
Glum. It meant having the blues in a way that annoyed other people. Having the blues aggressively.
I am not about to deny your salaciousness, my dear Aggs.
The only club I have ever belonged to is the James Bond fan club. Member since 1979.
This club is for members only. But once you join, membership lasts for an eternity.
You know the steez; you know my whole program. Brothers from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's guns and grams.
I like the small clubs.
Come and say G'day!Gday-- Paul Hogan
We'll play tomorrow. Besides, isn't it time for my cup of dinner?"
"I am not your blood gofer. Suck my dick, Vampirellie-suck it."
(Ellie and Regin, Lothaire, IAD #12)
I was a clubber in the Nineties. I went dancing every week.
I was a club kid. I was on the cover of 'New York' magazine and discovered like that.
THERE WAS NOWHERE ON EARTH more desolate than a Gristedes on New Year's Eve.
Maybe some poor slob would take you to bed if you weren't such a ballbuster.
I am the princess of G.O.O.D. Music, the first lady of G.O.O.D. Music, the baby of G.O.O.D. Music. I'm kinda the spoiled brat right now. I could get whatever I want.
Club em if they want a club, " Belch said, and chuckled. A Belch Huggins chuckle was a low, troll-like sound. "Club em if they want a club. That's good. That's pretty much okey-dokey. " She became
I never represented glam. That's the thing, you'll never see me in the front row of a fashion show. I'm uninterested in it. I find it trivial and banal and boring.
I'm not much of a club goer because every time I do go I get in trouble.
Party like a bonobo!
I don't go clubing. So, I don't smoke or drink.
Rest in peace, friend,
I'm not in the clubs; I'm a homebody. I go out when I feel I have to for work or if there's a special function. You might catch me at the grocery store, but you won't see me out and about in Atlanta.
Gimme a couple G's for every emcee I knocked to his knees.
Verbally useless, 'Oh you got the juice?' I squeeze you juiceless.
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
Hello, hangover. You nasty, nasty bitch.
I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.
hi my name is gail xxxx #swag
Genesee beer. The great outdoors in a glass.
To all pimps and whores a merry syphilis and a happy gonorrhea.
Bonkie bit Garp!"
Garp bit Bonkie
I like sparkles; I think I'm a magpie.
CHAT ROOM G. S. Hitchcock
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
Excuse me. This is a private club and we don't just allow anyone in here.
On a park bench on 12th street, my whole crew's famous, you try bust your gat and keep it rel but you nameless
Googol?' 'That's a one with one hundred zeroes after it.
Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
I have a glam-baby. Let's be correct, now. I'm way too young and too fabulous to be a grandma. I'm a glam-mom.
There'd better be a support group for hockey hookers. I'm
Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best.
For Gogol Ganguli- The man who gave you his name, from the man who gave you your name.
Meet your G-spot, baby. Now my dick is going to give you a VIP tour.
I am worn to a raveling.
I love the nightlife. I like to boogie.
I like the club. It looks nice with all the tables out. They were freaking out, the Gilly's people.
There was no club but the Hells Angels as far as I was concerned.
Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown.
For Gat with everything, everything. Cady
It's gonna be a slobberknocker!
Is it true that your last name is Goodend? Are you really a gay guy with the last name Goodend? Because if it is, man, that's like, totally freakin' awesome!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING AFTER THE ORGY?
GNU, n. An animal of South Africa, which in its domesticated state resembles a horse, a buffalo and a stag. In its wild condition it is something like a thunderbolt, an earthquake and a cyclone.
said. "And how is Oggy today?
I used to watch all my friends play with G.I. Joes. I couldn't afford them.
I wouldn't want to belong to a club that would have me as a member
go-go hall on my way home from school.
I've never done this before. I didn't go to human bars. Mudslides aside, I'm not much of a drinker. Club people are not my people. Now, book-club people -
Teflon Panty Club
BONG-BOOP-BOOP-BEEP-BEEP-BOOP-BOOP-BEEP PLAP PLEEP PLWAAAAAAANG SCREEEEWAAAAAA KLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESHWAAAANG GLAW CEGLAW SSCHHEHEHHEHEHHHHHHHHHHWHHHHHHHHH
What's good in the hood?
GILDEROY LOCKHART T
The Midnight Gang
I was never much of a club guy. Even when I was in New York in the early eighties, I never was once in Studio 54. It was too noisy. My version of those years mostly took place at my house.
I'm a bit of a groupie.
'What you doing in the club on a Thursday?'
She say she only here for her girl birthday ...
They ordered champagne but still look thirsty,
Rock Forever 21 but just turned 30.
I used to not be into the fancy ones. I used to eat goo balls all the time.
I didn't want another vibrator night.
pocket lizard licker.
I'm so pucked. There'd better be a support group for hockey hookers.
My nickname is Dickie Jukebox.
I got your invitation,
The bar was bursting with guys tonight - seriously, it was like Muscles R Us up in here, all filled-out chests and bulging arms with biceps upon biceps.
adjourn for another beer. We
Let's go drinking and then go back to sleep like good bugs.
Let's get glam. It's all in the way you move. Let's get glam. Don't let the clothes wear you. Let's get glam. It's all an attitude.
I like to play small clubs.
Mile high club, it's got its ups and downs.
It's about time that people forget that image of strip clubs as seedy places ... Rather, today's clubs are capital-intensive female-empowerment zones ...
My sex life has gone from bad to pathetic. My G spot stands for godforsaken.
A dance club? Why don't you just
stab me in the eye with this fork?
My inner goddes has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.
I grew up playing in clubs - that's my spiritual stomping ground.
what I meant." Glaser
You're the measure of my true decline. Your home isn't in the underworld, you live in the back room of the liquor store. My eternally hung-over angel, my Satan crawling like an amber worm from a bottle of Zoladkowa Gorzka.
Just remember, golf is flog spelled backwards.
I adore cock and champagne together. My favourite food group.
London, dirty little pool of life
What I need... is a strong drink and a peer group.
Don't use the word gay unless it's an acronym for GAY (Got Aids Yet?) .
I could hear an old man in the stall next to ours sucking a hustler's cock; I thought of animals gathering at a salt lick during the night near a cave: carnivore rubbing shoulders with deer.
My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.