Sometimes the whole club writes a note.
This one given to the DJ after an amazing set.
Apparently, everyone got it wrong.
Also, “everyone” is probably one guy.
Submitted by thenightlifehero
Sometimes the whole club writes a note.
This one given to the DJ after an amazing set.
Apparently, everyone got it wrong.
Also, “everyone” is probably one guy.
Submitted by thenightlifehero
Translation: No one from the cast of Jersey Shore allowed.
Found in Tampa, Florida
(Source: passive-aggressive notes)
So can female DJs just replace “boobs” with “balls”? Hmm. Maybe not so much.
(Source: Marianna Bouttier)
I don’t hate Skrillex and Avicii as much as the dubsteppers in Singapore,
though I would hate getting kicked in the imaginary cunt.
Submitted by Chris
Ooooooh, the first track on YouTube? Let me just stop what I’m doing, hop on the internet, search for your request, rip a shitty ass mp3 of the song while I am spinning, load it, play it, and watch the dancefloor clear out. I’ll get right on that. Now get the fuck out my DJ booth before I hit you with my laptop.
Submitted by DJ Sox (Club 31, Cape Town, South Africa)
This was put on the DJ “request” sheet.
Might as well just plug in the iPod at this point.
Submitted by Stephen Johnnen
The official DJ request price chart.
Scary to think what “Me No Speak Americano” would cost.
Submitted by Jake Ross
This is about as subtle as the name of this blog.
Found at Snitch at X&Y Bar in Brisbane, Australia.
Submitted by Jerry Blam.