I suppose this video isn't too messy, but it's more about the candy raver wannabe kid. While that particular brand of hot mess is indeed flashy and amusing to watch, they are rendered useless and quite annoying when they open their mouths. This one in particular likes to try to bribe the DJ booth with handmade ponybead bracelets, as if its GID properties are enough to make us grind yet another Britney song into the mix or PCD, or something else that we've already played. The DJ booth is a very expensive jukebox, and pony beads just won't cut it for a play.

Halfhearted ravers break my heart. We should have some ecstasy on hand for the poor chaps when they run out of juice. Except for this kid; it was nearly 11:30PM on a rainy Saturday night, and he just stood there with his glowsticks that he brought on his own, looking like a fool. Hot Pole Mess. His boyfriend was kinda hot from all the piercings, but Randall informs me he is lacking in the equipment zone. Must be why he draws all the attention to his face.