She woke up with a bad cold. If she could

She woke up with a bad cold. If she could only

move her arms and reach a tissue. But, she couldn't. A clown was laying on top of her. "Oh, yeah, the circus is in town." Her head pounded like

a pimp teaching his 'ho not to pocket the profits. She was out of Advil, so she opted instead to self medicate with

creamed corn.The stench was horrific, the walls started changing colors but the taste was fantastic,i suddenly was docile with a slight wave of euphoria.Bayer was

beside me, unconscious. All of them looked great, though. Always thought Bayer should have been triplets. I should of told them when I had the chance. I put my head down

and stared at the red carpet. It was going to be another awful night at the Oscars. I needed a Red Bull and Vodka, pronto so I grabbed Melissa Rivers by the

Adam's apple and forcibly encouraged her over to the bar. I ordered two Red Bull and Vodkas with a double whiskey chaser. Then I got Melissa Rivers a Cosmo to be nice. The Oscars

promptly passed out and fell over her chair backward. I reached over to catch her but instead lost my balance. As we began to tip, inexorably, time seemed to slow down and

her hair brushed against my face,her sweet sent now on my clothe.I felt her body clinch on me for support.Her eyes loked on mine,and before we hit the ground,a kiss from her.Score!