According to the the Clipse, "two shots let it burn in your chest." Ah hah! Two, not four.
The pincher bug missed my eye by an inch.
I'll have #32, Sunset Peach (minus the mango bits, no boba thanks;). We stayed a good time there, 'til we were practically kicked out. There was a decent amount of time spent thinking of quick cash schemes (one of which i know will work...hoping, -anyways-) I'm sure we have more to offer than synthesizing cheap meth drugs/killing people. sometimes, however, im not so sure.
one night prior to my boba(less) buzzing brainstorming we drove on to aj's house, and ended up in vista del campo. let's get a few things straight: chem while buzzing is good(particularly when you can have someone point out a "mistake," only to be destroyed for their meager electrophilic aromatic substitution skills), 12 dimensional hyperspace strings are also a real quick in the crotch.
a few puff puff's of guava smoke and on to stumbling into a random person's apartment ('Jay Z' was her name!). 6 foot bongs and peeing in the dark leads to hasty converastions with strangers. that doesn't make much sense but neither did what happened the rest of that night:
"veni vidi vici!"
"o sorry man, i dont speak latin"
"he wants us to take off our shoes"
"does that guy even live here?"
"im gonna kill that bitch"
"Meet my friend JD!!!"
*cricket chirps*
yesterday i bumped into a stone, stump, or something i couldn't really see it to tell you the 'truff.' As I searched for what had caused this affliction of mine i noticed a shadowy figure, from my past.
mingy stood before me, in all her 4' 11'' glory (to be fair she claims 5 ft.). I could not believe it. I opted to stupidly stand in the midst of bruinwalk and be pummeled by a nice and apologitive girl. after catching up on what seemed centuries i walked away. slowly and surely, i knew that this day, of all days, would be nothing short of spec-tacular.
I'll have #32, Sunset Peach (minus the mango bits, no boba thanks;). We stayed a good time there, 'til we were practically kicked out. There was a decent amount of time spent thinking of quick cash schemes (one of which i know will work...hoping, -anyways-) I'm sure we have more to offer than synthesizing cheap meth drugs/killing people. sometimes, however, im not so sure.
one night prior to my boba(less) buzzing brainstorming we drove on to aj's house, and ended up in vista del campo. let's get a few things straight: chem while buzzing is good(particularly when you can have someone point out a "mistake," only to be destroyed for their meager electrophilic aromatic substitution skills), 12 dimensional hyperspace strings are also a real quick in the crotch.
a few puff puff's of guava smoke and on to stumbling into a random person's apartment ('Jay Z' was her name!). 6 foot bongs and peeing in the dark leads to hasty converastions with strangers. that doesn't make much sense but neither did what happened the rest of that night:
"veni vidi vici!"
"o sorry man, i dont speak latin"
"he wants us to take off our shoes"
"does that guy even live here?"
"im gonna kill that bitch"
"Meet my friend JD!!!"
*cricket chirps*
yesterday i bumped into a stone, stump, or something i couldn't really see it to tell you the 'truff.' As I searched for what had caused this affliction of mine i noticed a shadowy figure, from my past.
mingy stood before me, in all her 4' 11'' glory (to be fair she claims 5 ft.). I could not believe it. I opted to stupidly stand in the midst of bruinwalk and be pummeled by a nice and apologitive girl. after catching up on what seemed centuries i walked away. slowly and surely, i knew that this day, of all days, would be nothing short of spec-tacular.