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| Shut up: The memoirs of Rastis Rastapopalous Proloue I awoke several hours later in a daze. Getting up, I realized this was not the usual couch I wake up after a night of drinking(Judging by the insane headaches I would get). Instead, I was at the appatrment owned by 2 of my closest friends; Gomez and Lucille. The two were the insanely happy couple you would read about in most fairy tales. But times 17. It disturbs how lovey-dovey the are. Upon the time I realized this, they came out of the master bedroom, still in their pajamas. Incedently, this was the first time I had ever seen Gomez not wearing the hat that always covers his face. His left eye was a dull orange, and his right was a light purple. His hair was a pink mullet(Supposedly, it grows naturaly that way). The rumors of his apperance were true, apparently. "Finally awake, huh?", Lucille said. Her auburn har was messy from just waking up. "Seems like it.", I replied. "What am doing here, anyway?" Gomez explained the situation. According to what he said, I had heard of a party at the rec. center and had asked him and Lucille to come along. He also said I engorged 6 pints of Coors light in one sitting, and the next time he saw me I was passed out in front of a toilet. "Algernon, some party." I exclaimed. "Well, unless you've got some Advil, I think I'll get out your hair. You two know the number of the cab place?" "608-623-0781." Lucille answered. "And quit naranting whats happening. Its really, really weird." "... Ok. Well, thanks." I said. Reaching for my cellphone, I wondered what she talking about, but ultimately I decided- "What did I just say to you!?!" Lucille, angrily, exclaimed. "Whoa, chill out, toots!". Saying that, I thought I better- "Hey! Don't think I didn't hear that!" ... Take the call outside. |