Come on, we've all got at least one story of absolute dancefloor debauchery in us, surely? We wanna get a look at all your dirty nightclub laundry! Share your stories below...

I'll go first! While not exactly debaucherous, this story needs to be shared.

A few years ago a friend and I went to Hand In Hand (those were the days!), just the two of us. Anyway, we were having a fairly big night and had been drinking Vodka Red Bulls and Blackcurrent Cruisers all night.... at about 4am, my friend was enjoying his 3rd or 4th rush of the night and started getting that queasy feeling in his tummy... you all know it.

He knew he was going to spew so he left the dancefloor with me running after him, bolting along the back of the Hordern in front of the DJ box and then it hit. He covered his mouth but the sticky, black spray just jetted out from between his fingers and coated a few unlucky people dancing...

I was HORRIFIED and needless to say, neither of us stopped to apologise, we just kept running. When he was done, we then danced for the rest of the night on the opposite side of the room! Absolutely hilarious but oh so disgusting... and every time we make new friends, they all get treated to "the sprinkler story".

One time when i was dancing with my friends on the podium at arq i turned around to discover some guy taking off his pants to reveal nothing but a jock strap. Apparently i spanked his arse but i was so off my trolley i couldn't remember doing that.

This is not embarrassing but a dancefloor story nonetheless from the Roxy in NYC..

I was having the best time of my life dancing amongst the beautiful shirtless black & latino New York men to tough NY house, but other people were obviously having a bigger night than me...

TWO separate people collapsed in separate incidents near me (GHB?) and appeared to be dead. Someone felt for pulses and was like "Nuh!"

Both times a nightclub medicine man came up and sprinkled something under their noses, which both times got them back up on their feet.

I almost expected to see someone fleece their pockets! The whole thing was surreal and a little dark. Very New York.

I have two (for now).

The first - I once had an entire conversation with a work colleague on a dancefloor - the whole time my then boyfriend was behind me with his hands down the front of my jeans. I don't think the colleague noticed.

The second - my mother called me on the dancefloor at Sleaze Ball one year and I answered it! I didn't mean to! My phone was set to "any button answer" or something like that. That song "I wanna be where the boys are..." was playing in the background. I told my mother it was a house party.

Quite a large house party.

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I have two (for now).

The second - my mother called me on the dancefloor at Sleaze Ball one year and I answered it! I didn't mean to! My phone was set to "any button answer" or something like that. That song "I wanna be where the boys are..." was playing in the background. I told my mother it was a house party.

Quite a large house party.

Omg that happened to my boyfriend (who isn't out to his mum) at madi gras this year. She rang him up and he was all like "I'm at Emma's house for a BBQ" meanwhile someone in the background yelled "Happy Mardi Gras".... haha

ha - that's priceless... i love it.

I remember having a massive night at The Market in Melbourne... me and the boys were dancing away, it was 7am, I don't think we remembered who we were, shirts were off, we were having fun.. I remember sitting on the dance floor podium (this 3 foot high cylinder) the next minute, I'm sprawled across it, enjoying the moment, when i suddenly feel this wetness run across my stomach. I opened my eyes (as much as I could at the time) to discover some HUGE UGLY trannie licking my chest. I jumped to my feet and bolted. My friends we all standing there watching this and laughing. I think they probably dared her to do it. Bastards. :-)

Back in my younger single days I had quite the reputation for being a dance floor slut. It would normally start with me hooking up on the dance floor, end up with a girl with her hand down my pants. At that stage I usually was drunk and would think I'm too public to start having sex..and drunk logic meant I always seemed to end up in the toilets to finish it off cause it was more private. Toilets at the Bank, Toilets at Caesar's (THOSE were the days).

Once at the Bank we even had a video camera and my friends couldn't find me. One jokes that she knows where I'll be so with the camera rolling she kicked open the doors of the loo...and there I was..up against the sinks. Charming. I hope the video stays buried.

I think my best story was the night I got locked in at Caesars with this girl who vaguely knew the bar tenders. They let us stay in the toilets after closing time and eventually we emerge to see the bar tenders smashing empty bottle of beer all over the floor for fun, seeing who could make the most mess. Then they started cleaning it all up. We moved to the pool table and kept going. I caught the 8am bus home.

phew.. i think mine was at a bar here in Brisbane ( i wont be nameing it ) with a very hot couple of leathermen.

things started on the dancefloor, hands down pants, lots of licking going on.. and then pants started to get unzipped.. we had to crowd over in the corner so no one could see that we pretty much had everything hanging out..

damn i should have gone home with them that night...

@ jodie

that's fantastic! made me laugh!!

@ hazy you should have gone home with them. no excuses next time!

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phew.. i think mine was at a bar here in Brisbane ( i wont be nameing it ) with a very hot couple of leathermen.

things started on the dancefloor, hands down pants, lots of licking going on.. and then pants started to get unzipped.. we had to crowd over in the corner so no one could see that we pretty much had everything hanging out..

damn i should have gone home with them that night...

Hmm 'leathermen'; 'bar in brisbane' - I think I know where u were :P

I always find it interesting that I more often seem to get hit on walking BETWEEN clubs rather than at the actual club.

back when Iwas about 18, trying to find myself being a new city kid (having grown up in the country my whole life), I guess I was new meat, so I got a lot of attention. Once at a club, my workmate's boyfriend hit on me and I ended up going home with him - of course his boyfriend found out and yeah all hell went loose at work lol.

Another time, at the same place, I was just dancing away, happily drunk and was dancing between these two older guys - they were lapping up the attention! iwas like the meat-pattie in a macca's burger, or as I like to put it 'between two crusty old bits of bread'. Of course when they tried to grab me 'down there', I pulled away and took off. So young, but god that was so not attractive lol.

Another time at a different club I went down on a cute boy on the couches to the side of the packed dancefloor. But I mean c'mon, who hasn't done that! :P

I remember one Sleaze Ball, I think it was Voodoo Circus, where I spent half the night on my knees. <sigh> Ah, The good old days.

BUMP... shall add to this later

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I remember having a massive night at The Market in Melbourne... me and the boys were dancing away, it was 7am, I don't think we remembered who we were, shirts were off, we were having fun.. I remember sitting on the dance floor podium (this 3 foot high cylinder) the next minute, I'm sprawled across it, enjoying the moment, when i suddenly feel this wetness run across my stomach. I opened my eyes (as much as I could at the time) to discover some HUGE UGLY trannie licking my chest. I jumped to my feet and bolted. My friends we all standing there watching this and laughing. I think they probably dared her to do it. Bastards. :-)

Hahaha. I have a similar story. I had just donated blood and was told to rest up for a bit and keep my fluid intake up. Instead of doing the sensible thing and resting I decided that I would go out clubbing with my friends straight after. I sorta took the nurses advice and drank a lot, but I don't think she would have been happy to know that I was drinking straight vodka

Before it was even 12 I collapsed on a lounge near the DJ booth. Cant remember how long I was knocked out, but I woke up to a girl dirty dancing in front of me and grinding her butt on my lap. I was too tired to say or do anything so I just smiled at her and went to sleep lol

My bf and I were at Mars Bar in Adelaide, during the show were leaning against the wall just to left of the stage in a dark area scotch and coke in one hand ciggy in the other, friends standing around chatting. We weren't really interested in the show anyway. I was leaning with my back against my bf and he slid my already low waisted jeans down and began to play with my arse, then I felt his 'manhood' in the usual state, and he then f**ked me for the next 20 minutes, and apart from my inability to hold my drink without shaking no one (so I thought at the time) noticed. The following week we were there and on the screen there was a scrolling show if scene pics of which 4 were of the show, with a clear view from the side angle of my bf and I!

my best friend called her mum after school today while we were waiting for the bus.
as me and my friends are so mature, we yelled (or variations of)
- oi, pass me the bong
- you idiot you spilled the bong water again, you always do that
- put your pants back on

Hmmmm no sex on the dance floor for me.

Probably the only time my friends mention was Patchs
we were dancing in a group in a rough circle shape and 2 amyl bottles being
passed around. So of course it just so happened one appeared to my left the other from the right so held one under each nostril and snorted away. Whole circle screamed laughing.

But at dance parties, I am there for dancing and sex is not on my mind ......much.

Some massive dance party in Rome 1996.
I was living and working there at the time and was dating a plain clothes cop from the drug squad over a series of weeks.
He was slim boyish and very cute.
Long story short I was flirting with his beefy blond colleague at the dance party, my date was not impressed and dissappeard into the crowd never to be seen again!
Boy did I blow it.
Regret those actions to this day.

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My bf and I were at Mars Bar in Adelaide, during the show were leaning against the wall just to left of the stage in a dark area scotch and coke in one hand ciggy in the other, friends standing around chatting. We weren't really interested in the show anyway. I was leaning with my back against my bf and he slid my already low waisted jeans down and began to play with my arse, then I felt his 'manhood' in the usual state, and he then f**ked me for the next 20 minutes, and apart from my inability to hold my drink without shaking no one (so I thought at the time) noticed. The following week we were there and on the screen there was a scrolling show if scene pics of which 4 were of the show, with a clear view from the side angle of my bf and I!

Top that

hahaha.

I think it was Boxing day 2009. A party at Luna Park. De La Soul and Angus/Julia Stone were playing (think it was called feelgood festival?). We had a water taxi booked from Blackwattle Bay, Glebe, to Luna Park at around midday.

I drank 8 beers before we went, smoked bongs. Took some 5-htp, MDMA and 1/2 a very strong pill before I got on the water taxi, was starting to come up on the boat. Was fantastic. Get inside, drink more beer, lay down in teh Big Top, friends were trying to make me sit up. I started biting them and chewing their hair. I got kicked out by security. Somehow I made it back to my friend's unit, put a ra-ra skirt tutu thing over my head and crawled into the neighbours unit, passed out under their futon, got kicked out again, started chewing my friends hair again, went and bought some more pills, don't remember the rest of the night.

Apparently I had more MDMA caps but i dont even remember taking them.

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hahaha.

I think it was Boxing day 2009. A party at Luna Park. De La Soul and Angus/Julia Stone were playing (think it was called feelgood festival?). We had a water taxi booked from Blackwattle Bay, Glebe, to Luna Park at around midday.

I drank 8 beers before we went, smoked bongs. Took some 5-htp, MDMA and 1/2 a very strong pill before I got on the water taxi, was starting to come up on the boat. Was fantastic. Get inside, drink more beer, lay down in teh Big Top, friends were trying to make me sit up. I started biting them and chewing their hair. I got kicked out by security. Somehow I made it back to my friend's unit, put a ra-ra skirt tutu thing over my head and crawled into the neighbours unit, passed out under their futon, got kicked out again, started chewing my friends hair again, went and bought some more pills, don't remember the rest of the night.

Apparently I had more MDMA caps but i dont even remember taking them.

PLEASE Tell me you ended the night with a post pummel horse hands in the air 'Y' stance with a cheeky wink at the Judges !! .....Hilarious !!

I don't know how I ended the night. I've never been kicked out of a venue and a neighbour's house in the same night.

I'm not getting that trashed ever again, maybe, not soon at least.

One time at The Imperial Hotel i took a pill, drank cider and started fingering a german guy. Then took him home and had sex with him then he left.

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One time at The Imperial Hotel i took a pill, drank cider and started fingering a german guy. Then took him home and had sex with him then he left.

Nana says... during the war she discovered Germans like fisting and shitting on glass coffee tables whilest someone was underneath viewing!
I was quick to tell her they did not have glass coffee tables during that time she was pulling my leg.

She replied, your Grandfather was German and if you recall when you were young we had a glass coffee table in the parlour.

BAck in my Art School days..... (ah, those were the days!)...when I was a nubile 18 yr old...

No one believes this because I'm a sweet innocent (baahahaha!) I stripped down at a club to my black singlet top, red kilt (a real one - it was bloody hot) and my combat boots and danced up in the cage like a skank with my goth girlfriend. She nearly stabbed my neck with her choker, I got perved on by 100 bogans (did I mention this was in Penrith?) and I'm sure they were looking at my knickers. Was i wearing knickers? I don't remember...Anyhow, it's tame by others standards but no one believes I did it.

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I could share some more of my past antics with you but Pioneer will think even less of me.

Eh?

i barely ever go out, because there's only three venues in my area and i hate them, but one of these times, i was out with some friends who refused to dance.
i was getting tanked and having a great time dancing with any girls who looked lonely.

during a more lucid moment, i realised i had been dirty dancing for quite a while with one girl who looked to be about 25 (i was 18).

she was sort of cute in a vodka-hazy kind of way.

one of my friends kindly but firmly came and led me off the dancefloor and outside.
as i was leaving, the girl grinned at me.

she was missing three teeth.

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