John (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} heraclitus) wrote in timbralthinking, |
Truly, it was terrifying. We needed to get terrifically drunk to fortify ourselves against the barrow wolves. We each drank over a litre of the sour punch, and I'm dying of cirrhosis because of it. Bryan now only has one eye - you don't want to hear the story.
