Me, My Shelf and I

It was a great many years after I purchased the shelf, when, after one wild night on the town, I realised there was something quite unusual with the structure. As I lay on the floor in a pool of vomit, hooker blood and cocaine I looked up at the clock I had been, as a habit, keeping on one of the lower compartments of the article when, and this is the suprising part, the shelf cut one.

When I say cut one you must understand that it wasn't any standard one that all of us are apt to imagine when, in fact, one was not in fact cut. This particular one was loud, long and smelt like a horse bladder. Not a normal horse bladder either. Not the kind of bladder owned by a horse who spends his days out in the fresh air grazing on rich, green pastures. This particular "one" that was cut smelt like the bladder of a horse that had spent the past week in it's parents basement eating asparagus pizza and watching Dr. Who reruns on BBC

To be continued.

Reviews

[Cytosine]

My god, this is amazing! I will definitely keep reading!