Hey Guys, Spaz here. I'm so fucking stoned and drunk, Ima keep it short. We're mad stoned, And I smoked up my roomate, Angela. So we all get stoned, and get Papa John's. She opens the pizza box and knocks over my Galileo Thermometer I got 3 yrs ago. It was in the house for like, 2 hours. I drove all the way to my Mom's to get it. R.I.P.
pizza, bud and beer....the three necessities. If I had a stocked fridge, an ounce of good shit, and all the delivery I could handle I'd probably just disappear and never come out of the house for like a week. rest easy. tthermometerrr
lol i noticed this too. I guess he really wants to make sure all the blame is on the weed and not on anyone.