I hate to break it to you, but that is actually a photo of someone locking their tark up like an asshole.

Soul Night at Rotture actually looks like a bunch of hipsters dancing to music.

I thought this was some kind of art installation entitled, "Two minutes before Kiala tells the hooligans to get off her goddamn lawn."

I don't have a lawn though. It's a METAPHOR.

I'm going to go listen to TacocaT's "Bike Party" now and feel better about myself.

Yeah, that's about right.

where are the people exchanging stds?