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Well, the previous chapters had explained my injuries, my hangover, the bloody wine covering my upper body, and The Watusi, but there was still something missing...my pants!
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Generous portions of my brains were still scrambled like eggs in hot butter or those free porn channels you get once in a while. I knew I had to backpacktrack through the empty caverns in my memory.
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| If you ordered the mind-cavern-exploring donkey, I take cash only--upfront. | |
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I felt so confused--not unlike that guy in Memento or, at least, an unfortunate person who has just seen one of those commercials for Mentos. Still, I had press on--much like those fake fingernails.
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