Two queers
I wake up, look around
Well…
It definitely looks like an early morning
Although I can’t be sure
Weak sunlight is trickling though torn curtains
Drawing weird pattern on a floor
I glance to my left then at myself
My buddy Rook is laying next to me, fast asleep
Then
It occurs to me that
Both of us are COMPLETELY NAKED!
Jesus Christ!
Now this is what you would call real hangover!
I get up, feeling sick to my guts
Pick up my briefs from a pile of clothes
Laying on the floor
Scrutinize at few blotches
That looks suspiciously like sperm, put the briefs on
Drag myself into the kitchen, find half-empty pack of cigarettes
Light one up, finish leftovers of stale beer
What the **** did we do yesterday?
Soon Rook appears
Half dressed and looking like ghost
‘Hey man, what did we do yesterday? Do you remember?’
‘Hell no.’
‘Did we **** or something?’
‘I dunno… Come to think of it, we might have…’
He sits down, light a smoke of his own
Looks at me and smirks
‘What the hell are you smirking about?’
‘Nothing. Too bad, we don’t remember anything
That happened yesterday, huh?’
‘Yeah.’
‘I guess it was fun.’
‘I guess.’
‘So what should we do now?’
‘To try it all over again?’

sicko!( )

go for the jello

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