Scotchy-Scotch-Scotch
November 17th 2012 There I was, 10am Saturday morning. Exhausted from the red-eye journey, I began primping and puckering in the watermarked mirror of the hostel bathroom. I changed focus in the reflection to see a mildly disheveled young lady approaching through the door. The calm on her face rapidly turned to panic. Then to fear. Then BLEEGGGHHH. Projectile vomit. I narrowly Matrix-dodged the stream (see video. th
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