Ok so last night I sold 6 xanax bars to two of my friends and they tripped together. They both had two hillarious stories the next morning. I called the younger of the two the next morning to see how their night went. The first thing he says is bro... those xanax got me in so much trouble last night. I broke my dad's steeringwheel, blacked out, my mom had to carry me up the stairs. when i woke up i my mom said i went into a rage, hit my dad four times, flipped his flatscreen tv, and then hit my mom twice. i don't remember doing any of this man, IT WAS AWSOME. i was laughing my ass off at this point. Later on the same day I got a call from my other friend. He says... bro, I don't remember anything but feeling like my legs were made of jello. my sister said that she came into my room and asked me where the keys to the house where at and i said FUCK YOU BITCH and threw a lighter at her. I still can't find my keys, do you have any more of them xanax??