then come peter the piebald horse, well i think that was his name he couldn't really remember. he had a bad case of alzeimers, he stood up and introduce him self, " hebbo my mame is peber, oh sowwy i habe puf my fourth beeth bown anb i canf fimb fem" he was that senial he had lost hes false teeth, mind you he was 89 years old,
the last member of the group was an alcoholic owl, apparently snowy had been sober for 14 years but im telling you now someone spiked the group coffee with whiskey and snowy straight away said it was a single malt.
i really did know what to do i was so tempted to leave right then i didnt know if i was high or dreaming or what was going on. i tried to get up but was stuck to my chair. i decided i might as well join in if i was stuck here for the next hour so i decided to see how the meeting played out.
40 minutes and my sense started coming back to me the drugs were wearing off
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