Trois Jours

Who Says They Don't Take The Bins Out On Bank Holiday Mondays?

Dolph’s week of three days was divided three ways. On the first day, he attempted a dangerous, painful act, such as standing on hot coals or hitting himself over the head with a bat constantly. On the second day, he drank so much alcohol and snorted so much cocaine that on the third day, he would suffer the worst hangover imaginable to a living creature. It was on this third day that the absolute worst thing occured.

Dolph awoke early on the third day, for although this day was long (endless, if you must know how long), it needed to begin as soon as possible. He pulled on his grey robe and jumped out his window. He landed several miles below on a burning hot rock surface, and and despite the fact that the pain flowed through his body like the sting of posion, he continued on his way to The…

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