Jimmy hugged the bowl of a filthy latrine after stumbling into a WC at some or other night club where he had been dragged to earlier by his best mate Roger. After barfing up the three vodka, 6 clean shots of brandy without ice, and the last quart of Sambuka that felt like a horny donkey cock rammed down his throat, and sent him hurling towards the nearest bog, he resigned himself to sucking on a fag as he played through the nights shenanigans.
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