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| quote: | Originally posted by DJ RANN
I was the lighting guy at a medium/big toronto club every Saturday night. The DJ would just suddenly fuck off saying "the next one is yours", then disappear with some girl to the toilets for 15 mins. Cue me, shitting a brick as I had no idea of his record collection or even which fucking deck is live. Got revenge though; His fiancee comes in once and asks "where's Joe?" In the toilet I respond. Off she goes, comes back two minutes later "he's not in there". "no, the ladies toilet" and off she goes. Ouch.
I believe that's how you DJ and pull at the same time. Unless you're francis grasso:
"In particular, the early disco DJs are a font of wild stories: Francis Grasso, who devised the slip-cue (putting a felt mat between the record and turntable to start and stop a record with pinpoint precision), discusses DJ-booth blowjobs (“I would tell the girls, ‘Bet you can’t make me miss a beat.’ Give them a little challenge and away they go!”)" |
hahaha brilliant!!!
i have quite a few good ones, used to be resident at a club here with a guy who date back to paradise garage who built the sound system... used to have the front door keys to the club for a couple of years.. things got extremely fun the one summer we shut 
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