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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öl ... give me some öl ...
has he woken up yet ?
Well, I didn't see him later that day. He woke or else his friends put him, still sleeping, on someone else's porch.
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