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*Wakes up in the middle of a field. with a headache... In Fillydelphia* Ugh... my head. Where am I? *she breathed into her hand and smelled it. Alcohol* Damn, I raged out of there to find a pub. Ugh... my head. What did I drink? *Reaches into jacket and pulls out a bottle of vodka completely drained, and refilled with a yellow liquid, and then half of it was drunken.* Damn, *he knew wat it was... PanGalactic GargleBlaster, the effect of drinking it is like getting your brain smashed out by a slice of lemon... wrapped round a large gold brick* One should never drink more than two PanGalactic GargleBlasters unless they are a thirty ton mega-elephant with bronchial pneumonia, and it looks like I've had three. Ugh... my head... alright, *he rummaged around his jacket and came out with a thermos* Aha! Water. *He drunk deeply from the vessel* Ahh, Better.
Sunday, 24-Apr-11 05:40:29 UTC from web-
@onixus Now, What happened last night, or rather this afternoon? I raged from Atticus and went to find a pub in Ponyville. Being unsuccessful I asked a passerby where the nearest pub was, and they directed me here to Fillydelphia. Upon arriving, I searched the streets for ingredients to make a crud PG GB and found them, in a pub on Mane St. I quickly drank a bottle of vodka and filled the empty bottle with the brew. Then I drank. and drank. and drank. Then, in a drunken haze, I went to a gun shop and bought *her pupils dilated. she checked her back and on it was the best sniper rifle. period.* a Barret .50! *she smiled* Not the worst drunk day, not by far. *she headed toward Ponyville*
Sunday, 24-Apr-11 05:48:56 UTC from web
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