"You're a waste, Man"

The clock chimed, time, she knew she had to venture out of her warm cosy bed which nursed her sniffly cold. She felt tired and unispired.

Procrastination found a lovely Rock and Roll which she just couldn't resist. She wanted to be that beautiful fun loving person.

The perfect cure for her ailments was just what the Witch Doctor perscribed...

Good Company...

And...

Wonderful little concoctions, in beauitful bottles with divine taste told her that she would be cured...

Okay, maybe not

little

bottles...

Around this time of year we're all swamped with silly exams, dissertations and too much senseless stress that a night off is the perfect rehab. Lovely ladies, lovely grub...

And...

A half dozen empty jugs of yummy yummy juices!