BREAKING NEWS.. kinda not really but its an alright story. In recent events the Okinawan club, Hinotama Hall, has celebrated its 18th birthday. Thats right, its old enough to have sex with you and buy liquor,.. and by liquor I clearly mean NyQuil: it goes down so smooth even children love it… but thats neither here nor there. Yet, aside from all that, what I’m really trying to say is that you should

Already en route to the club, everybody knew I was anxious to get there by my performance of my armpit fart solo of doom; the other zoo members in the car were half amused, half annoyed, but all cool with it cuz we were at the brink of partying. Moreover, it’s time like those I wish I actually had Tourette’s syndrome; I’d blame all my behavior on it, I could crap my pants at a board meeting and everything would still be cooler than yo mamas home-made ice cubes. Moving on though, upon arrival we developed our game plan in the parking lot, gave our mason handshakes, and finished off our pre-game drinks (Mr. Walker’s green label): now we were ready. We entered the club at 2300 hrs with about seven in all and more to come; I could feel my anxiety growing from the butterflies or possible gas in my stomach, either way I was still excited… and clenching my ass cheeks. Furthermore, I could lucidly recall my last rendezvous at Hinotama when my knee came out of it’s socket or some shit while I was gettin my pop-locking on: I must’ve zigged when I should’ve zagged I guess, yet needless to say I was very aware of that night and of my surroundings. Instantly, as we walked in we were greeted by a tide of rosy cheeked staff and local nationals; it was gonna be a good night, I could feel it. Once at the tables we let the drink flow freely and the partying commence as we toasted our glasses to the sounds of spanish clap music mixed with drum & bass. The scene was hot, both metaphorically and literally, with everybody equipped with a sense of rhythm, smiles, and drinks. Interestingly, somewhere in the fifth round I was so crunk I believe I tried to rave it up with the display light from my phone.. I don’t remember that:  upon I seeing the picture though, I am tooooo embarrassed. Naturally, I had to cry and wash the shame from myself in the shower, just like altar boys do; and boy does it work, I feel like a new man. Moving along, the dance floor looked like some shit out the movies where everyone was choreographed and could dance, but unlike the movies, this was way more fun and much less homo-gay.  Throughout the night people were doing a mixture of up-rocking and salsa… the shit was dope, so dope in fact, that I pissed all over myself R Kelly style in the midst of the commotion.  People would constantly ask, “Is that spilt beer on your lap?”, and I would reply, “NO, NO IT IS NOTTT!, its my own pee peee.” Well anyhow, I digress, the point is that it was a world of dopeness that night and the Zoo Crew was there to drink to your health and all that jazz.  So in summation, you’d better be healthy, for the amount I had that night. I swear if you’re not healthy.. god help me, I don’t know what I’ll do.

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