Superman: All!
I saw the fist.
What the h_ll . .. . .
Here I go, drank a sip of Martell coke.
Superman: Nothing!
I saw my palm as big her head.
Oh mine . . .
Multiple sips of Martell coke. Thanks to hpg.
The after-effects are ever devastating on the mind. Or am I simply too blur?
I think I want to stop drinking for a while. It’s not getting me anywhere. And mentally, it is not healthy as I see it. And it plays tricks on my memory cells. I didn’t overdrink by the way, incase you misunderstood me. I didn’t got drunk and neither did I did anything foolish. I still remember my surname as TAN. Hey, I’m a good kisser you know . .. .. heh
I have to stop it.
I have to start drinking more meiji.
Exile the alcohols.
And enter Phuket.
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