A piercing razor blade of sunlight slashed through the edge of the curtain landing on Chad’s eyelid forcing him to stir reluctantly from his alcohol induced coma, painfully he opened his eyes - head pounding from a herd of water buffalo roller blading across his forehead - the panties he was wearing riding up his crack hard and realizing with much chagrin that he was alone caused him to wonder how Mondays happen.
Hmmmm.....I have had mornings like this. It also seems that I am so hungover it may actually be 2 or 3 sentences poorly disguised as a srine post.
That’s as it may be but I’ve learned not to disagree with a herd of rollerblading buffalo.