I went to chemist and bought viagra and rectinol. Amusing that it was Queen's Pharmacy.
The rectinol is for me, um, er... maybe I've been sitting down far too much for the last, um, er... raised eyebrows... year? The viagra is for Shane who is planning a meth binge this weekend. Not that it matters so much with Shane, (I says holding up my small finger, on his right hand) Shhhh, he says, with his pointer over his lips. I think they are for the other bloke.
As I walked down Bourke Street, I laughed to myself, as I peeked into the bag. What must have the pharmacist thought? (I guess, it says, these boys have been doing too much fucking, I guess, if the pharmacist thought anything at all.)
He pointed to the group of shelves and said the rectinol was on the bottom. He said he liked saying that. (Ha ha, it is good to have a sense of humour) He handed me the other. He smiled, nervously.
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