Vic-k and a three word story

(baked by Arnott’s)

, in draught Guinness

and absynthe run-off

. Mum-n-Maud’s philosophical bent

over backwards, then

tch!tch!tch!.. bit Wockish :unamused: , that, mate…init? :confused: :frowning:

, conforming to stereotypical

[size=85]As in bird brain — or just tossed and fried?[/size] :wink:

alcohol intoxication, tripped

, ‘the light fantastic’

“Was that acid?”

“Was what, acid?”

asked the unicorn

accusingly. Maude broke

wind in response

to vic-k’s trumpet

-ting his superior

posterior reflector. Meanwhile

, Belinda recovered her

overexposed, formidable charms

and caressed Vic-k’s

Jameson, ransom for