They played an intense drinking game known as ‘Kings’,
The loser having to down a concoction of various grotesque things.
Chuck picked the last numbered card; began to celebrate.
“Ha, a six! I get to nominate!”
Fred looked at the greenish-brown guck.
“Nope,” Fred smiled. “That’s a nine. Sorry Chuck!”
Sunday, 19 April 2009
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