Number 367

Mon, 28 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

I woke up from my drowning sleep when the car hit in a hole of the uneven street we were driving on. I don’t know how long we were driving on. I felt no time after staring probably several hours to the ceiling of the stationwagon i was put into. I tried to move a bit but I couldn’t move the tiniest muscle. How I got in this unconfortable situation? It started with a kinky idea of my girlfriend.

Number 367 on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Number 367