mánudagur, september 26, 2011

rónahjól

Sunday morning, already towards noon. A rough Saturday night for the fellow passed out on the neighbor's lawn. Slept where he fell, clearly. Tippled and then tipped right over.

When he comes to, he'll still be unsteady, all Gahhd ... gears feel terrible and Hey, does anyone remember what happened to my seat?
 
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