I don't know what's happen or what's going on.

I remember being left alone at my friends house while everyone else went to ketch the midnight premiere of Star Trek. So as I stayed behind, I got drunk, listened to the commentary of Hamlet 2, and grabbed whatever art supplies near me; purple paper, a pen, and a white color pencil.

This was the result of that night.
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I don't know why she has a fork.