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Flamingo gin
Contributed by
weaselman
on
Wednesday, 9th January 2013 @ 12:03:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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Im sitting in a room full of dead flamingos drinking gin... who the hell killed these poor creatures? More gin.. more gin... glug.. glug.. glug. Someone chopped all their heads off!! For some strange reason I feel comfortable here amongst all these hacked up pink birds. Almost out of beefeater... hmmm maybe I could make some flamingo gin in the bath tub. I'm covered in flamingo blood... I can never leave this place.
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