The Three Sisters (non-Chekhovian, non-depressed variety) went for cocktails in the nearest town. After two rounds of lethally strong Caipirinhas (or the Greek interpretation thereof) we realised we needed something to mop up the alcohol. Being in Greece, the obvious solution was to head to the Gyro shop.
At the time, a full gyro with the works (tzatziki, chips, mustard, tomatoes, onions etc) seemed the obvious way to go and I went happily to bed afterwards, feeling no ill effects, or so I thought ...
Had the strangest dreams all night, culminating in one where Barry Manilow was my boyfriend.
At the time, a full gyro with the works (tzatziki, chips, mustard, tomatoes, onions etc) seemed the obvious way to go and I went happily to bed afterwards, feeling no ill effects, or so I thought ...
Had the strangest dreams all night, culminating in one where Barry Manilow was my boyfriend.
Caution: Handle with care.
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