So I just went down to the beach and smoked a joint, then I went up to the grocery store. When I got to the check out stand, there was this hot little brunette chick working there. She rang up my bottle of Hershey's milkshake and then she started shaking it. I looked up at her and she told me, "I'm shaking your milkshake for you!" I thought that was the damn cutest thing I'd ever seen. I said, "thanks, that'll save me some time", and I put on this huge smile. I was too high so I didn't trust myself to talk to her, so I just smiled and took my stuff and left.
When I got home I looked in the mirror and saw this huge piece of black ash on my front tooth.
But I guess that's not as bad as the time I got high at the beach and then walked around checking out chicks in their bikinis and when I got home I saw that my fly was unzipped.
Or as bad as the time I got high at the beach and then flirted with a chick at a diner, only to discover bird shit on my hat when I got home.
Fuck it... I'm gonna go smoke another joint!
When I got home I looked in the mirror and saw this huge piece of black ash on my front tooth.
But I guess that's not as bad as the time I got high at the beach and then walked around checking out chicks in their bikinis and when I got home I saw that my fly was unzipped.
Or as bad as the time I got high at the beach and then flirted with a chick at a diner, only to discover bird shit on my hat when I got home.
Fuck it... I'm gonna go smoke another joint!
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