I woke up feeling like s**t that had been run over by a steamroller.
I open my eyes which instantly burned due to lack of hydration from last night's drinking as well as the bright sunlight which was lighting up the room I was in, my head was pounding and my vision was blurred.
Despite my unclear vision, I didn't recognise the room I was in but I knew that I wasn't in my bedroom at the Vasquez mansion.
Urgh!!, where the f**k am I?.
I look around the room, well, as best as I can and I felt very queasy and nauseous because the room looked like it was being occupied by Barbie who is keeping a unicorn as a pet.
It's definitely not the type of room you wanna wake up in when you're hungover as f**k.
Wait, I recognise this room.
"Urgh!!, Frankie Vasquez, you're an i***t"
I groan when I re
