I knew it was going to be one of those days when my second drink was a combination of toffee vodka and banana sambuca, banoffee came to mind although the reality was much worse.
I was out with Aardvark and John, Mrs Fox's flatmate. John doesn't have an animal name yet, but after his perfomance yesterday he may receive one soon. It was supposed to be a few quiet beers while watching the football and then home before Mrs Fox finished work. Can't possibly see how it could go wrong, although when I witnessed John dancing with a 60 year old woman in a gay bar while drinking some columbian cocaine spirit I could sense something had gone a rye.
Don't really know what happened after that although I apparently burst through the house door after Mrs Fox got home carrying chocolate bars and cans of fizzy drink. Went to bed soon after, not before drawing on my leg with a permanent marker and being sick in the bedroom bin. John didn't make it home and woke up with a permant marker moustache and soul patch. Not actually sure he's still alive..... might be worth a quick check.
Turns out quiet drinks are the most dangerous!
Fox
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