Eat, smoke, love, meow.

By Meowsers

Pass the parcel prize.

New years eve, I won pass the parcel, the proud winner, of..a turnip. Never the less, I clasped this prize between drunken hands, throughout the night, until of course my memory failed me, and sadly, we were torn from eachothers company at some point or other.

HOWEVER. This morning, strewn carelessly into a disgusting puddle, was my wonderous prize. However, not only could I not give a shit about this turnip, but through the murky water, I could vaguely see..

It was past it's sell by date.

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