You wake up and take a look around the lounge. The Hangover 3?! Who do all these possesions belong to??
Somewhat familiar but more boy-like. You take a sniff of one of the hoodies and you sense a strange de ja vu like feeling... Except you're pretty sure the last time you smelt the said item it was occupied by a member of the male species and not just a block of parmesan.
What's a girl to do? How is she supposed to get help with these memories if no one else was in the dream?
After sniffing several items your nostrils are bleeding and you realise that you were in fact awake through the whole thing. The WHOLE THING.
So begins the exorcism.
1. Eradicate the smell. Load the washing machine. Swwwwwwwshhhhhhhhh
2. Hang out on clothes horse. Dry.
3. Fold into a neat pile on the lone green couch just the way he left you that cold, dark, grey Sunday evening.
4. Blow your nose a million times and leave the tissues on the floor.
5. Get over that.
6. Line items up and take photos of them for TradeMe. List as "Pre-loved but no longer required! $5 each or take all six for $20!!! One size fits... most."
7. Nothing sells, not even a 'watcher'. Walk down to the street - "Scuse me missss..." - "no i don't have any change but here - have this hoodie!"
8. Clothing dispatched. Next item. Play a game of beer pong (with VODKA) and decide it's a good idea to text him.
9. It wasn't.
10. Emily Emotional comes to the party uninvited and your friend tells her to fuck off. Good, you're ready to party at the church and on your way out you trip over a fucking oblong shaped wooden contraption with wheels.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mhuDQcXd64
11. GRRR! Da fuq am I supposed to do with this?!?
12. *insert girl power talk about how to get rid of un-wanted penises in your life* Collaborate with girlfriend about how to "cleanse" .
13. It's 10pm on a Saturday evening. Take a walk along the waterfront! Duh.
14. Lipstick on - check. Lashes - check. Heels - check. Unwanted skateboard - check.
15. Find appropriate and accessible throwing spot along Wellington harbour. *insert un-prepared penis eulogy (not hard to do, thank you PYCCKNN CTAHDAPT vodka)*
16. Are we ready??! 1... 2... 3...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opiUSeayXwQ
17. 7.30am the next morning... ouch... 'what happened to my head?' *JUMP out of bed* It's gone... nope, that WASN'T a dream, you did throw the skateboard.....over board.
18. *expletives* He says he wants to come pick up his shit. *more expletives* Compose message "Sorry, I'm going for walk along the waterfront with my friend tonight..."
19. Relaying Saturday night's antics to friend while walking along side the harbour.. Friend is in full gym workout gear. You, not so much. It had been raining that day so ground is wet, sky atmospheric grey, wind blowing so hard in your face you continually lose your goddam breath. Re-thinking walk. Seriously. Friend says 'fuck this shit let's find shelter' and finds some ducks down those steps.. Steps are wet. "What about under here?" - "OOH should we sit UNDER THE BRIDGE like homeless people?!"..............
20. Under the bridge you peer - "Oh no, there's people pashing!" Your stomach flips then drops like a Rainbows end ride when you realise.......... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh - one of the pashers is skateboard owner aka ex-penis.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwlogyj7nFE&ob=av2e




