Vynar posted:

Barely conscious, I stumble into the abyss that is an abused gas station bathroom. I don't quite know how I made it all the way here from the club but I don't think those pills were actually ecstasy. The smell is horrific. It is something from the nightmares of a thousand janitors. It has ended the careers of countless men, all of them legends with a sponge. To ashamed to call anyone I know for help I spy a phone number on the wall. "For a good time call." As everything fades to black I hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line. "Fall in private! You looking for a good time? I'm inbound with some blunts and a copy of every drat Mario Kart released!" Foiled again. drat it Chill Sergeant.