Ah, Friday night, that magical night.
Shane went to Daylesford with some guys he likes who fancy themselves as arty, intellectual types. (I've met them, raised eyebrows)
David got fisted by an amputee. Screamed the house down on the good hand, made a pig of himself on the dud one, apparently.
I got stoned and watched teev in the dark and fell asleep on the couch, in the warm night air, the world was on dim. The doors and windows open, a gentle breeze blew.
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