The Last Time… maybe
‘Bollocks’ I thought to myself as the Greek God(zilla) called up to me for the fourth time that morning. I lifted my head slowly up from the mascara stained pillow beneath it, and tried to…
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The Hangover
They came downstairs one by one, rubbing their tired bleary eyes and gasping for water. The kitchen reeked of red wine and there was broken glass all over the floor. I had already seen my…
