As Sister Mildred got on her knees to receive her happy pill.....
back at Melbourne headquarters, an eiry silence descended on the sisterhood.My head, my head, my princessdom for pain relief. Got outrageously drunk with the Slav last night. Having swung rather precariously another fag hag around the dance floor by her feet and hair (becoming something of a spectator sport, the new midget throwing?) the rest of the evening comes back in a flashback of convulsions and gasps oh no, I didn't did I.
Slav got away with his self respect still in tact, retreating to sleep on a park bench when the communion wine got too much. I on the other hand was unstoppbable, down down competitions with Brother Gregory followed by entertaining the monks with the old wearing my underwear over my habit and head routine. Mother Superior has ordered a spirital retreat to the bedroom with the blinds closed. All pill donations glady received, and yes even of the garden headache type variety. Aluta Continua.
