Life of Rozyag
The wafting smell becomes so empowering that you lose control of yourself and rush right over there, it is now that you remember what the smell is, nut meg, but it is mixed in with some xanax. You rush to the front door and press on the old doorbell.
...
You wait for a couple seconds before hearing a man on the inside ask.
"Oi cunt are ya a fuckin copper?"
Being the bogan that you are, you are familiar with how to deal with people of this sort.
"Ye nah cunt I aint, I just come here cause I can smell what ye cookin' in there"
The man opens the door and you see several of his mates behind him, you walk in with a stride and comfortably sit down with others. You take a whiff of the xanax mixture and from then on everything becomes a hallucinogenic like dream.
...
You wake up the next day in the man front yard with no memory of what happened, all you know is that it is around mid-day and you have no clothes on. With no other option you head home to play some fortnite.
(ohh how lovely, a nice ending for once)
...
You wait for a couple seconds before hearing a man on the inside ask.
"Oi cunt are ya a fuckin copper?"
Being the bogan that you are, you are familiar with how to deal with people of this sort.
"Ye nah cunt I aint, I just come here cause I can smell what ye cookin' in there"
The man opens the door and you see several of his mates behind him, you walk in with a stride and comfortably sit down with others. You take a whiff of the xanax mixture and from then on everything becomes a hallucinogenic like dream.
...
You wake up the next day in the man front yard with no memory of what happened, all you know is that it is around mid-day and you have no clothes on. With no other option you head home to play some fortnite.
(ohh how lovely, a nice ending for once)
