It's that time of year again. Last year 1000 of you nutjobs came out and completely lost your shit all over the dance floor. Lee Curtiss got too drunk to play and sprayed beer Steve Austin style at the entrance to welcome our wonderful patrons. Booking agents paid double at the door. Every god damn DJ you were a fan of was in the pit sweating their dicks off dancing like you've never seen before. We had about 7 lineup changes and still added some random shit on the fly. There were 18 reported pregnancies, 15 overdoses directly attributed to the event (34 other unconfirmed otherwise), shit you're still trying to piece together exactly what happened and odds are you'll never know. One reviewer said the event made The Old Miami look like day care.
We're here to do it again. Bringing you a carefully selected lineup of pure fuck music, we're once again going to give you "next years party". Come see & hear the music that everyone is going to be all up in next year. It's a showcase of what's about to be hot, because we're fucking psychic. Seriously. We can see the fucking future. It involves us, you, 19 hours, blackouts, seizures, farm animals, lubrication, 10,000 jiggawatts of sound, CDJ's-CCW's-BBW-MIP's-DUI's-AOL-HIV-WWF-WCW-LOL-USA-RPG's
Presales available at http://tickets.gshcusa.org (it's cheaper for all of us than RA, tell them you want the same deal we get on our web shop). Thank you and fuck you.
*we're moving the event one day this year, it will be starting Monday morning (Sunday night) at around 3am.
Coste
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