I went to buy milk and came back intoxicated at midnight

‘We need milk’ I said to Cath, and off we went to the mall.  In the pudding isle of Spar my evil flatmate says to me with a glint in her eye ‘you know, there’s a bar just upstairs… We could go for like, one tiny drink’.

It went all pear shaped from there.  After vodka/sours shooters, coctails, blowjobs and spring boks in shot glasses, one hippie venue, Max Normal live & a bday party, I found myself on the lounge floor at midnight eating a pie in a very disorderly fashion with Cath splayed across from me with no pants on.

Fabulous! Also, I was introduced to the bar right down the street. I foretell a danger.


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