Loaf

Fashion victims, weekend millionaires and potential Big Brother contestants jostle for position, controlled by door staff that let women in on bra size and men on how easily they reckon they could extract your internal organs with their bare hands if they get bored later on. Yet for all of this it's still incredibly busy. People for some reason actually want to go. When we rule the world, we're going to make all the people that went here write us a letter of apology. In a world where mullets are acceptable, Loaf is king. Now where's Macbeth when you need him?

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