So a few days ago I told you about not having any door handles. I'd been using a screwdriver, but last night I got high and broke it even worse. Now I'm fucked....
Yeah, I only wish I had the money. I'm getting new doorhandles off ebay, so I'm locked out until later this week.
Yeah, but not as werid as when you run down the road carrying them, jumping every few steps and yelling "Oolooloolooloo! OOLOOLOOLOO!" Trust me on that.
Maybe the trick is to get the car owners baked... If I was blazed and some pothead started jacking my doors, I'd just laugh and wonder what the hell is going on.
Haha, I wish I could get in it, because it's my smoking spot. Smoking in the garage just doesn't feel right...
Yeah, I've noticed that, too. If I smoke in my bedroom, I get more of a body high. If I smoke in the living room, I get completely trashed and if I smoke in my car I get a cerebral high. Weird how that shit works.
School=paranoid With friends=talkitive fun At home=relaxed In woods=relaxed in car with couple budds=relaxed