I think I shall stop there as the epic adventure of my belated birthday bar night warrants a ballad of truly bardic nature such that I am simply incapable of weaving in my mind's present addled state. A complete update from the first B-52 all the way through this morning's stealthy still-drunk-at-work experience when I am not nearly quite so prone to fits of photosensitivity and the accompanying hurling.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
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