Greetings, creaturesss of the NIIIGHT! What kind of goat sorcery is this?!

It is the 1st year Anniversary of our darling wife COOOONNNFESHH-YUUUNNN

I bid you attend an eveeening of such MAG-NI-FI-CENCE, it will make even The Baron himself clutch his pearls!

Cut Loose like you're a Yankee-doodle-dandy in disguise in Pennsylvania cos it sounds like Transylvania and we all know that sounds cool.

Confessions hq is at this fantastic bar called sixty cats in Manahhatahhh-i mean Perth ciTAY, where even the smoke machine has a blood type.

There's a rooftop where you can "suck throat juice on the club roof, like its grey goose"

Don't try and be a devious b**tard and steal our cursed hat and If anyone writes "Confession Sucks" on the bathroom mirror -------Confession doesn't suck! and if we did... we CERTAINLY wouldn't do it backwards!

$15 online, TWEN-TAY ($20) at the DOOOR.

NEW… YORRRRK… SIIX-TAAY... cats!

(77 Saint Georges Terrace Perth CITAYYYY)

7PM–12AM

No ghosts on the front lawn, get inside and dont be a stupid donkey!, come BOO-GAYYY and write your confessions!

(please hypnotise your Seans)

and have a MAG-NI-FI-CENT night!

and remember vampires have huge respect for owls—nocturnal, predatory, they don’t give a hoot where they dump their scat! so if one’s at the bar, mind your manners!