Looking for GLAD KICKS, idiot-peasant Glad Kikh was stupid-drunk and sitting around in her bra and panties...on the roof of her building...
It sort of reminds me of that John Hiatt song about rock stars who waste a perfectly good guitar. They have to smash it on stage and show off.
And here's a perfectly good twat whose idea of amusement was to get smashed, sit around in her undies either in a daze or grinning like a fool, and fall off a fucking roof.
Yeah, her family "overseas" is being notified. "Yah. Hallo? I haff news about Elena. She got drunk and fell off a building. Yes, in broad daylight she's on a roof in her underwear making a spectacle of her drunken self! The good news is that after she landed, nobody wanted to look!"
The temperature, for you weather fans, has changed. It's gone from sultry and humid to actually seem like Fall. At the time of her fall, (she was loaded at 8:30 IN THE MORNING) it was pretty brisk out there, even for mid-town where the wind is blocked by all the tall buildings.
She didn't know what hit her, when the pavement became her make-up foundation. And so an immigrant who made some kind of living off selling beauty products to other inane twats, ended up pretty unsightly. Play her out, Martin:
"The very last thing she saw
Was the sight of her own blood on the floor.
She should'a known better.
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