These two make for a truly volatile mix. For one, those benches were never, and never will be, intended to be slept upon. They're perforated and harder than hell and frankly I'm not sure if the back of my head will stop pounding. The other factor of being rick-rolled by the speakers at that place all combine into me jumping up half asleep and trying to 80's dance with Kyle Ing. Needless to say the staff was deeply intrigued by my shenanigans.
I then promptly flashed the peace sign and went right back to sleep, aware only of how dangerously heavy my heartbeat was (something to do with how I sleep, medical jargon) and the fact that I had yet again made a complete fool of myself for entertainment purposes.
I really need to start charging for this kind of thing.
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