I slowly lifted my head, spat the straw out of my mouth and wondered who the hell had encased my skull in lead.

What a party!

The details were a little vague. I knew Big Dave was there and I had a faint recollection of him laying in the bath fast asleep and covered in lipstick. I laughed quietly so as not to hurt my head.

'Heavy night mate' came a voice from behind?

I responded with a grunt, the best I could manage with a mouth like a sandpit.I turned very slowly and my eyes finally began to focus. At least I think they did because I was confronted with a talking unicorn.
Yeah, I'll repeat that. A fricking talking unicorn.
Man that was one hell of a party!


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The Mistress of Procrastination. ;-)

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