January 2010
December 2009
Wailing Steel: Beeeeeen rolling joints for tomorrow
Wailing Steel: Going to smoke some friends out at work.
sierratherobot: oic.
sierratherobot: i'm going to work tomorrow and i am going to do acid with my manager.
sierratherobot: then we are going to sit behind the counter and shoot heroin
sierratherobot: then at 12:30 when my friend Eva comes in, we are going to roll fourteen joints and smoke them in the back.
sierratherobot: we will invite all of our customers to come and smoke with us for the super low price of only $19.95 per hit.
Wailing Steel: Ummmmm... What?
sierratherobot: yeah, so if i don't talk to you after work
sierratherobot: i probably overdosed.
dad: wow, your hair looks good today
me: thanks, i got new shampoo and i used my new straightener.
dad: i see... you feel like a show cat
me: i'd rather be a long haired guinea pig.
dad: they do have nice hair, don't they?
MDMA got you feeling like a champion.
fuckyeahdrugs:
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien.
