Juicelog Mon 290506: Time's up! As I've already started the weekend I will therefore finish it!
A text message all the way from SE5 landed with acute swiftness and precision on my bedside table in the early hours of the morning which caused me to stir. As I heard the phone vibrating I found it practically impossible to ignore and continue with my quest of pursuing a well earned marathon sleeping session. My fingers reached round for my antiquated Nokia 3510 to see what potential emergency required my assistance.
It was one of those extremely short and sweet messages from Dan E. that read “Classic Orange?”. Two words that somehow made sense to me in my morning muddled state even not it would not technically qualify as a sentence. From this moment onwards an evil seed was subconsciously planted inside my mind. Within the space of 10 minutes it had blossomed into an adult-sized sturdy and unbreakable tree of immorality and impiety. Onwards and upwards towards the Orange skies was where this mofo was heading.
Before my toothbrush had even had a chance to dry out from last night I was suddenly whisked into a frenzied state of rushing around before the SW9 tornado sucked me up and carried me off into the city known as after-hours.
It was one of those extremely short and sweet messages from Dan E. that read “Classic Orange?”. Two words that somehow made sense to me in my morning muddled state even not it would not technically qualify as a sentence. From this moment onwards an evil seed was subconsciously planted inside my mind. Within the space of 10 minutes it had blossomed into an adult-sized sturdy and unbreakable tree of immorality and impiety. Onwards and upwards towards the Orange skies was where this mofo was heading.
Before my toothbrush had even had a chance to dry out from last night I was suddenly whisked into a frenzied state of rushing around before the SW9 tornado sucked me up and carried me off into the city known as after-hours.















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