Blondson cancels the party
Blondson hung up the phone and sighed. He'd cancelled the party poppers. He slugged some Blue Nun. Straight from the bottle. Then poured the remnants over his head. Karen was watching. This wasn't the time.
"I wanted my party. I wanted Chequers. I wanted it to be called Checkmate. Everyone was coming as chess pieces". She flounced off mumbling words like 'solicitors' and 'I'm going to mummy's'.
Blondson shook his head. Time for a shit. The bog groaned under his weight. His tumultuous gut billowing over the edge of the seat. Trousers soaking up piss from the tiled floor where he'd missed.
Was this the end? Stabbed in the back like Caesar. Ricki Sundeck, Dom Saab, Penny Maudlin, Nathan Swahili- the list was endless. Even that ape Jonny Gullet. All vying for Big Dog.
Maybe it was time to launch a leadership push?
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