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BIMBO BOMBSHELL - CHAPTER THREE: LET THE FUN BEGIN
Ooooooof! Laughter, female laughter? Was that what I was hearing? It was hard for me to make out because of the buzzing in my head. Another long night of drinking too much, and that was going to lead to a long day with a bad hangover.
My eyes felt like they were glued shut. But opening them didn't seem like a good idea it had to be morning by now, and being the nocturnal creature I am I really didn't want to see the sun just yet, so I kept them closed. Just in case I forgot to close the blackout curtains before I left my place to go out for the evening.
And then that laughter again somewhere close by. It didn't sound like the normal noises I'd usually hear from my neighbor across the hall. Besides, that guy worked in the daytime, and he surely would have been out the door by now. And I began to sit up I realized that I couldn't. That's odd...
I was going to have to get up soon anyway, all that drinking last night had left me with full bladder and I was going to have to take that morning piss, probably sooner than later.
Then there it was again... the sound of laughter. Girls laughing... talking and laughing. Talking and chatter, and laughter, and more laughter... Had I fallen asleep at a party? That's what it sounded like to me... Party chatter.
My brain was starting to come around a little bit and I tried to piece together the events of the prior evening. "What happened last night?" I said to myself in my head. At least I thought...
"After you passed out I brought you home."
O.k. the puzzle was now complete. That was Barbie's voice. The bombshell from last night. I drew in a deep breath, and prepared myself one more time to attempt sitting up. Nope, not yet. As I exhaled and relaxed back onto, wait! Onto what? Not my comfy bed back at my apartment. It felt like I was laying on the sidewalk. I've had a few blackout drunks in my day, but I never had this much trouble getting up after a night out. Something was amiss here.
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