twenty-nine beers

[shutupsammy]

What is up with today, guys, am I right?

Andy, you beautiful little shit, I saw you skulking around earlier. Where are you? Because we have got so many bongs to smoke right now.

Dad...dammit.I was all retardedly nostalgic the other day. I think it was that school curse or whatever the hell. But like, was I the only one who used to take the

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[blackeyedskank]

It's the nostalgia that's going to kill those last two brain cells you have floating around in that cesspool you call a brain, not the pot.

[shutupsammy]

Ruby! Just the face I didn't want to see today!

You're just jealous my buddy's in town and you don't have any buddies on account of being your charming self. And a demon.

[blackeyedskank]

If having buddies means having buddies like you have buddies, I'd rather be a lone ranger and actually get things done in life that don't involve pot and sticking gum wrappers to my face like a special needs kid at a birthday party.

[shutupsammy]

I get stuff done. Shut up.

[blackeyedskank]

Is any of it productive? No. You shut up.

[shutupsammy]

I'm very productive. I managed to steal your knife and everything.

[blackeyedskank]

You picked it off of me and then pussied out by way of a Devil's Trap. That's not productive. That's pathetic.

[ooc: bbl weeeeerk]

[shutupsammy]

It worked.

[blackeyedskank]

For five minutes.