A chiselled face is nothing when a beer gut protrudes its every smile, just as a double D bra size is irrelevant when faced with the wink of an ogre. And so, the age old debate continues to live on today- just which is more important in the attractiveness of your mate, their face or their figure? Barsandnightclubs asks the hard hitting questions to find the truth behind that gaping tooth.
We all claim that we originally went clubbing to party with friends and drink up, and while those reasons are true to some extent, we cannot deny our lustful nature to tap every tight piece of arse that gets us either erect or ovulating.
The word dubstep is about to take on a whole new meaning as Distortion descends on Kings Crosses most exciting venue, Fake Club Saturday, September 1, 2020 with an all star lineup ready and willing to take things to a whole new level. Get ready for one big fucking night in the Cross.
Girls are notorious for carrying super-sized “Mary Poppins” bags (for those of you born after 1990, who don’t know what the words “a spoon full of sugar, makes the medicine go down” mean, Mary Poppins was a magical nanny who had a bottomless bag which she pulled kinds of things out of
Clubbing can sometimes seem like a “been there, done that” kind of thing. If you do it often enough, it can get dull. You think you’ve seen it all before and that nothing new or impressive can happen at clubs. Well, you’re wrong. In fact, there is one new way of clubbing that exists where you don’t even need to leave your home: Second Life.
Girls are the best. Girls are cool and smart and great and we smell nice and know how to get rid of hair and make our fingernails look sexy. We could rule the world, we could. We just don’t want everyone to know how actually amazing we are. But, so much awesomeness needs some boundaries and hence us girls have the Unspoken Rules of Feminism. Sadly, it has occurred
The Olympics is lovely, muscular men and women all in one place who have dedicated their whole lives training to dominate when they compete against one another to win a shiny medallion and probably the love of their stage parents. The testosterone would be pumping.
This day has been a long time coming. And there’s no use fighting it or trying to deny it’s power. To break it down, the creation of this page is a good indication that the nightclub apocalypse has happened and judgement day (cont)
Women…they’re exhausting on a good day. It’s true - even as a member of womanity, I’ll pay that. Girls are head cases sometimes and even more so when they are drunk. It only takes one time as designated driver to realise you could never, ever be your friends’ boyfriend.
High heels…they’re killer - at helping you get his attention, and causing excruciating pain days after the night has ended. Sure, a little give and take is usually worth it in the art of winning your hook-up’s heart, but when your feet begin to resemble that of a chimpanzee’s toes at the age of twenty-something, it might be time to take an alternate route.