Danielle Scrimshaw28 August 2016
You know that feeling when you wake up after a really hectic night?
“What is that? A barbecue?”
I clung tightly to a Country Road bag full of onions, engaged in a fierce tug-of-war contest with the now crazed former Prime Minister.
“Is that… is that Tony Abbott?”
Before I could reply there was some sort of battle cry and a horde of figures came running down the plains. They took advantage of our confusion and circled us, pointing sharpened sticks at our flesh.
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a – lol jks it will end with us banging.
Canned soup, canned asparagus, canned spaghetti, canned – ohmygod tampons.
Patricia was just about to ask if he had a Rewards Card when the man pulled out a gun.
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