'Bad Trip, confined to bed'
Rain pounded down on the pavement, lulling me gently, into deep slumber. Dream land awaits. The elf wafted through the glen and into my arms - an armful. So what now? Elfpaste? Elfwich? Elfjuice? I decided for elfjuice.
"One 12oz. Extra creamy. Now."
Went down nicely. Then I barfed.
The chunks of elf-juice wafted around pulling me together, pounding on my senses. I space-gawked and slow-spewed. slo-mo barf rocks! We ankle-spun and ... ELF ELF ELF I chanted nauseously.
I let the rain go on.
