I woke up this morning feeling right as rain. I thought back on the rather entertaining day that was Boxing Day.
Not unusual, it was a day of consumption on the east coast of Barbados. My day started early, by midday I was faded like a hairtstyle.
After faded, I got roasted like ever, like I’ve been involved in a rap battle with Eli Porter.
Roasted like the Planters’ Mr. Peanut. See fig. i.