[SFG-A] MEAT - This Thursday, December 21st

[Crotalus Adamanteus]

Thursday, December 21


DNA Lounge - 375 11th st @ Harrison
9:30pm-2am
$5 ; free before 10pm
21+ W/ID

http://www.meatsf.com


Main Room Djs:
Devon, Mitch, Netik, Ritter Gluck

Industrial and EBM.
Hard and Dark Dance Music with Substance.


Hot Coal Master: Bruce
GoGo Stomping: Poor Impulse Control
FREE meat while supplies last






Twas the MEAT before Christmas, when all through the club
Everybody was dancing to bass from the subs
The grills were alight on the sidewalk with care
In hopes that St. Pigolas would stay far from there;

The clubbers were decked out in red-splattered clothes,
While rich scents of Bar-B-Que danced 'round their nose;
And dancers in outfits, and DJs on stage,
Had just settled down for a great evening’s rage,

When out on the street there arose noise of cattle,
I sprang from the mixer all ready for battle.
Away to the sidewalk I squeezed through the crowd,
Pushed open the doors and looked to the clouds.

The streetlight was glowing through smoke from the grill
As people stood waiting, just to eat their fill.
When, what do my wondering eyes see now,
But a gigantic sleigh, and eight huge mad cows,

With a huge boar of a driver, so fat and so big
I knew in a moment it must be St. Pig
More heavy than bison his coursers they came,
And he grunted and squealed and called them by name;

"Now, Meatloaf! Now, Ribeye! Now Sirloin and Tri-tip!
On, T-bone! On Top-Round! On Short Rib and Brisket!!
To the top of the venue! To the end of the Street!
Now stomp away! Stomp away! Stomp away feet!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The stomping and pounding each giant hoof.
As I drew my knife and ran towards the front,
through the ceiling St. Pigolas fell with a grunt.

He was splattered in blood, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with marinade and soot;
A pair of sharp knives were held in each hand
And he looked like a butcher, enormous and grand.

His eyes -- how they squinted! His ears torn and scary!
His tusks were like daggers, all red like a cherry!
His mean little mouth was drawn up in a sneer,
And the blood on his chin left me shaking with fear;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a long face and a big bloated gut,
That shook, when he laughed, like Jabba the Hut

He was chubby and plump, a ferocious wild boar,
And I cringed when I saw him, and crouched to the floor;
A flash of his teeth and his hunger for meat,
Soon gave me to know it was me he would eat;

He spoke not a word, but went straight for the kill,
And then gorged himself ‘til he’d eaten his fill,
And wiping the glistening mess off of his snout,
And giving a nod, through the door he went out;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave yell,
And away they all flew to the hot depths of hell.
But it’s said he exclaimed, right after he ate,
"Go to MEAT Everybody, lest this be your fate!"




The January MEAT will be on Thursday, Jan. 18
The MEAT 5-year anniversary is coming up February 15th,  2007

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