The place where an action or event, real or imaginary, occurs.
A display (of emotion) especially an embarrassing one to onlookers.
Not content with being a freak in the privacy of their own homes, some people find it necessary to congregate with like-minded cretins in clubs. However to confirm their sad perversions to the other idiots frequenting these dens of utter depravity, they masquerade in hideous over priced, ill-fitting clothes. Secretly these idiots are embarrassed by their ridiculous dress sense, hence the fact that they wear conventional garments when traveling to and from the venue in order to remain anonymous to the fashion police.
To try and boost their fragile ego in a social circle that holds less credibility than a Saddam Hussein dinner party, some revelers unfortunately have the urge to display their immense talent for holding a stick by hitting a pain-loving zombie with it.
The less primitive attention seeker shows their sophistication by beating carcasses with a mass-produced cheap whip of Taiwanese origin. These morons should be complimented on their exceptional balance as how the majority of these whip-wielding numbskulls manage to waddle from the clubs entrance to where they are going to give their stomach wrenching performance without tripping over their whip is beyond me.
