Originally posted by Muttley08
Your vision blurs, there are several cottages now, and you swear you can hear distant strains of an old Alex Harvey Band track. An old lady, no, two, no, perhaps four, or two multicoloured old ladies sway and drift in front of you.
You start to pull a whitey, and feel very ill, you loose your footing and fall to the ground. A crow, perhaps four, fly above."

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