Maybe it’s the anti-malarials?

Oh dear. The night before last I dreamt that a very good friend told me had HIV. Last night I got anally raped by a midget with a huge cock, while stuck in the skirting board of a smuggler’s tavern.

Time, I think, to return to the sweet nocturnal oblivion of Mary Jane.

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