Just wana say, a few days ago, out of light-heartedness and distraction for myself... my friend went clubbing. He binge ate Mc Donald's afterwards. Obviously no one told him it was a very potent mix with those overpriced smirnoff shots. We decided to be classy and sophisticated so we visited the rose gardens near his place at 3am for some fresh air. He felt a little heavy headed... and power chucked into them. Nom nom nom, there goes some fine-grown, beautiful, pristeen roses. I can just imagine his projectile vomit baking in the sun the next day, while some grannies slowly stroll up telling her long-lost friend that "Maria, oh Maria, you're about to see our prettiest roses in town."