viernes, julio 10, 2009

79. Lacerations

Publicado por Alba |

Never met a bottle he didn't like. Not that it constituted a problem for him. And it usually didn't unless he met more than one bottle a day.

Fortunately, the bottle seemed to like him almost as much as he liked the bottle. He thanked his metabolism every morning for sparing him from another hangover. And so each day he would wake up and decide to celebrate his good mood treating himself to something decadent, like strawberry French toast with chocolate sauce and whipped cream.

Getting away with thoughtless behaviour can make you into a gratified fat bastard.

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