christ, I'm fuckin sloshed. I'm five pints

christ, I'm fuckin sloshed. I'm five pints and a bottle of bucky down and I've got to get home. 'Peter,' Danny says, 'are you okay?' Does it look like I'm okay you fuckin gobshite?

"Yeah dude" Danny said. Peter looked at his beautiful brown eyes and said. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Peter put down the alcohol and caressed Danny's face. "I'm OK if you're OK"

Then Natasha came in and her, Peter, and Danny had a really ... 'fun' night.

It didn't end with the one night though. They've had several. At least three. That was when Natasha got tired of those fools and decided to head out to the city to find a

only a hat and started to skip down the street.Soon she reached the bar,not a moment too soon:being naked in november-london was tough.Natasha kicked the door open and hurried in

only to be besieged by the collective anguish of a crowded barroom bemoaning the state of Declan after, what they called, The Vivienne Affair. A naked girl couldn't compete with

Then she remembered her sister's advice, If you can't compete, Join them, Tactfully she cajoled the Leader.

"So you wish to join us, do you?" the leader replied to her request, his eyes dancing the jitterbug in their sockets, "Well, first you must prove allegiance. Bring me the hair of

a hippopotamus's tail." I scoured the plains of Africa for the creatures and, finally stumbling upon one, managed to pluck a single hair from its tail. It was my greatest triumph.