The biggest clusterfuck of drunkness, running past cameras, setting off alarms, playing in trains, velib bike destruction and getting chased by security weekend ever. Check Mr Marshall's detailed coverage here. Who would have guessed?
Posse of metro running retards converge on paris for a weekend of absolute mayhem (and photo wankery evidently).
Jeeves liquoring up in preparation for having his bike stolen and shit ruined.
""It's some kind of race?"
"More like russian roulette"
"And where are they right now?"
"Somewhere behind us. Runinng behind the train. The second our train pulled out they jumped onto the tracks and started to run after us. It's not easy because the ground is covered with tubes and cables and the tracks are there too. Your lungs fill with graphite powder and you can't breath. The problem is the next train."
"Wait wait wait, this is the last train"
"The last passenger train. We still have the midnight express behind us""
"More like russian roulette"
"And where are they right now?"
"Somewhere behind us. Runinng behind the train. The second our train pulled out they jumped onto the tracks and started to run after us. It's not easy because the ground is covered with tubes and cables and the tracks are there too. Your lungs fill with graphite powder and you can't breath. The problem is the next train."
"Wait wait wait, this is the last train"
"The last passenger train. We still have the midnight express behind us""
You gonna get railed. Run run run.
-dsankt, 2012
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