The most disturbing hipster party story.

Once I went to a hipster party in London. All the boys had combed mustaches and all the girls had pink bed hair, scene set. There was a girl in the middle of the room just casually stomping on a cake, at first I thought I had taken hallucinogenic drugs, but then I remembered I was too pussy to do those drugs, so I asked her what she was doing and she said it was expressive art, so I looked on sadly at the cake mush and mourned the sacrificial sugary mound. And that was the last time I ever went to a hipster party.

K Bye
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