At the request of Joan...

There once was a girl named Joan Wee. She just bought herself a shiny, expensive necklace made of diamonds. The pen which so elegantly painted her artistic signature had barely left the receipt, when a giant thieving monkey came away and stole the necklace from her. How the monkey ended up in the store, I don't know. Anyways, she never recovered it. So to ease her anguish, she decided to drown her sorrows that night at Hyde Bar. 34 shots of Bacardi 151 later, and whilst being piggy-backed by her caring boyfriend, her stomach could contain no more. Out came the hor fun she ate for dinner that night, some of it onto the damp and puddled ground, some in her boyfriend's hair, and some of it into the box of pizza shapes her friend was holding. What a crazy drunk Joan is.