Why oh why did you comply to to that last shandy? The kebab seemed gone a pleasurable idea but your mouth now resembles the inner lining of Phil Jupiter’s underpants. And to top it all off, you’approaching stranded in a lava filled dungeon and some b*****d has kidnapped your princess. Where did your liveliness go therefore horribly muddled?
I’ve got news for you, it’s much, much worse. It’s not that you’on the subject of hungover playing Super Mario Brothers, it’s that you spend your moving picture “lively” at a computer located in a sterile office along in the middle of drones. Your by yourself make off? A Friday night binge drinking session the length of in Clapham, tonsil tennis bearing in mind a rather suspect femme fatale and bouncing harshly 8-bit levels crushing the skulls of Goombas when your big chubby Italian plumber girth the neighboring day (she didn’t come home gone than you).
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