RUBBISH

This isn’t just about wearing the clothes, it’s about wearing
them out. With a strict door policy, an unforgiving door whore and magnificent entertainment, ‘RUBBISH’ promises to be the turnaround for your tired and sorry social life.
Call the freaks and perverts hotline for details
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Rubbish April 07, 2001

The San Francisco Perverati were out in force for the Grand Opening of the THE MORAL MINORITY, INC.’s spankingly ridiculous new club, Rubbish.

A delicious door whore in a bright pink latex pig outfit stood below a sign reminding us it was Passover . (Eat more pork!!!) Latex encased bar wenches served up absurdly potent concoctions and warned that cheapskates would be shot. DJ Claire Ahll pumped the club full of the funkiest tunes ever heard at a fetish club. Dropping the classic formula of goth or techno, Claire came up with a surprising mix of rare groove and funked out disco that really got those perverts grinding on the dancefloor.

Polly Pandemonium herself, the mastermind behind the whole operation was found dressed as a cow grazing in the corner rambling about the validity of her cow fetish to anyone who would listen and squirting passers by with milk from her enormous udders!!

Animal nonsense was the prevailing theme on this evening. The Moral Minority girls all donned latex farm yard animal outfits. As well as the pig on the door, and Polly’s milk squirting cow there was a pink pony and a hilarious egg firing chicken.

When you turn around as you are leaving a club to see a pony and a chicken caught in an obscene moment on a pool table with a giant inflatable kitty and you decide to stay after all, is it time to question your own feelings about bestiality?

The next RUBBISH is on Saturday May 5th, and we have been promised a new downstairs bar area to cope with the unexpectedly excessive alcohol consumption, an improved upstairs private lounge with interactive erotic furniture, and a special appearance by Miss Trannyshack 2000, the lovely Vinsantos.

Buckle up San Francisco, I have a feeling this one’s going to be out of control.

Dick Von Slimm