Toast Man Abolishes Human Rights

It’s almost 3am and I’m watching Nick. On screen: a superhero whose head is a slice of toast flies backwards through the air with a cook clinging to his ass, farting on toast belonging to two weird animal creatures, launching a fish into the sky with a TNT barrel, then flying to the President of the United States and abolishing human rights while everyone cheers. Standard stuff.

So what I was actually getting at: tonight was my first time at the P.M., and it’s better than the Nachtcafe—bigger, more to do, actual food. The drink prices though (a Smirnoff for five euros) were extraterrestrial. Went with Julian, Danny B., Mille, Ana and Knuffi. Good night overall. The freestyle section was especially fun, though of course right as I’d figured out the steps—two right, two left, two back, one forward, one back, turn—it ended. Now I’m wrecked and going to bed. The annoying part: everyone else bailed. The whole crew was supposed to come. Their loss.