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If Matt Bellamy, Dom Howard or Chris Wolstenholme need a slave, a doormat, an ashtray or someone to punch to relieve stress, I'll be more than glad to be that. Or whatever they want. I love those guys. They're not human, they're gods.
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Ok. So, yesterday I went clubbing with some new university friends, and it was a mess.
So, we were like 5 persons who've lived here all our lives, and we kinda know how clubs work here (where do you study, what brands are you wearing, how's your hair, which names can you drop...), and like 3 persons from smaller cities of the country. First, we tried to get into this really cool place and I was already inside when I got a call... on the girls from another city didn't bring her ID (you need a special ID to proof you're old enough to vote, drink, buy cigarettes & Co). The bouncer I know wasn't working this weekend, so I had to leave the place and find another one.
Luckily another bouncer allowed this girl inside at another club. So, we're inside the club and we're like (everyone buys what they wanna drink and keeps him/herself in control). Unfortunately, these guys from small cities CAN'T hold their alcohol, so after 2 hours and two Gin & Tonics (two, seriously, that's like no alcohol at all), a girl and a guy started making out. Like 20 minutes later (they were in a different part of the club), a security guard approaches me and tells me that he had to like break 'em apart. Awesome. So, the guard practically shoved the girl and the guy into my sofa, and I told them to just sit down and wait for me (I was going to get them a bottle of water to try to sober them up a little). When I came back with the bottle, they were gone...again. So, after talking with the people I went to the club with, I decided they were not my problem so I forgot about them.

About 3 hours later I was quite drunker, dancing with some random people, when the guard tells me that he separated the couple again, and that the girl locked herself in a bathroom stall. I had to call a girl friend, who was really drunk, and tell her to help the girl. I had to (literally) take the guy out of the club, buy him water, give it to him, get him some chicken and potato broth, and get him a cab with his address written on his hand. We had to do the same for the girl 10 minutes later, and now both of them are having the worst moral hangover ever.

Oh, and I'm hungover...but I had fun most of the night. Random people was relly nice.