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Wednesday, 22 April 2009

The Nashman tastes illicit pleasures so you don't have to.


Walking late one evening The Nashman chanced upon an interesting 'club' hidden in the backstreets of CK.

Very interesting. Say the magic word on the door...

...down to a cavern adorned with skulls and blood and such..

Let's see, let's try five shots of the highest concentration..

Visual acuity before imbibing...

Visual acuity after....

(I am omitting that part where you go through narrow passageways and into a deeper cavern and everyone's naked and chanting and being touchy feely and....)

The Moral of the Story: Live vicariously through The Nashman. Don't do it yourself.

2 comments:

dementia said...

I want to go there. Like now na

The Nashman said...

Ok, here is the password "Van Gogh, prosim!" The left latch will open to give you a piece of paper which has the key codes to the door. Don't forget to say "dekuji" ( dye-koo-ye, or thank you).

You will go down on set of stairs to the bar/ante room.

But to be honest, honesty lang ha, ewan kung kakasya ka sa narrow alleys to the inner sanctum...