Once I made my way upstairs to the cramped bar area of the Hammersmith Palais, I could tell things were going to be fun. By this time it was easily midnight and most of us had been pounding various alcoholic beverages for around 5 hours now. I was no exception. Between the couple drinks at the bar next door, the god knows how many Foster’s oil cans at the awards, and the couple freebies bought for me by porn chicks, I was lit up like Vegas on a Friday night. Wait a second, did I just s...
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