rhetoricpig

I think this is a snappy tune. UB40 and 808 State pair up to do One In Ten.
A rhetoricpig story. Say eight or nine years ago I went to this Hollywood goth techno club. It was at a place called 7969 (I think) and the club was named Stigmata. The tvs playing hardcore porn spliced with autopsy and car crash footage were something else (not something good). But wait, this was no ordinary night at Stigmata, there was a star performer. Let me paint the picture. Out comes a guy that looked like me, tall, baggy, hat. And he wheels with him a pedestal. It's pink by the way and has a man affixed to a pole atop it. Actually the man is entirely coccooned in duct tape. Except for his mouth which contains a very uncomfortable fellating device. So the baggy guy climbs up on the pedestal. He removes from his back pocket a large pair of scissors. The baggy guy proceeds to cut the man? out of his coccoon. Man? because the genitals are hidden by the surrounding skin having been bunched together and sewn up with coarse black thread. Oookay. So the baggy guy cuts out the mouth device and they have a big wet kiss. A needle and thread appears and the star performer proceeds to bloodily sew his mouth shut. Ehngh. Then he turns around, bends deep, and proceeds to remove long strands of large black beads from his ass. Ungh. So. I'm a pussy. I got dizzy and nauseous and left.