Saturday, 19 September 2026
Biked home drunk the other night and went to open the backdoor. SKUNK in my backyard. Backdoor locked. DRUNK. Holding my bike up with one hand (one wheel was hanging off the porch). Frantically going through my wallet for my key with the other hand. Could NOT find my key in the dark. Had to put my phone in my mouth with the flash on. Good times
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