yes. a random dude walked into our house while we were sleeping and decided to come into my room and talk gibberish to me
apparently there were people upstairs having some sort of party, so of course my first reaction is OOOH theres people upstairs? KICKKK ONNN
but no, when i went upstairs there were no people. just sleeping millie. and then of course when i went back downstairs, mystery black man was gone
was i tripping balls? or was mystery black man really there? i think its safe to say it was a little bit of both
then the day just got more interesting. slut alley tv party, impromptu photo shoot, mary jane, gin and tonics, mill starting some guy walking down the street thinking he was mystery black man, cigarettes, skating sesh, fish and chips
after stuffing our faces with fish and chips we got sleepy. tried napping but then decided a nut washed down with goon and green cordial would cure our ailment. and that it did
we found some people we knew at a house partee down the road. sourced out a kitchen bench and served ourselves up some more crushed nut
after that, things get a little sketchy. we danced, we wandered and went on adventures, got a family portrait with mum and dad, saw cat woman and cinderella, met someone who was a care bear in a previous life, then stumbled into the realms of 'no-sentenceville'
eventually we returned home to mary jane. she gave us a quick lesson on physics and string theory and parallel universes before sending us to bed
safe to say, the scorpion ate my mind
- jac
