Well, that's it, folks... about a month and a half or something since I gave up until New Year's, I didn't have anything better to do than get s-t-oned...
Actually, Vegie stabbed me in the back. SteveSteve was off doing something else, so Vegie and I were hanging out sans SteveSteve... anyway... Vegie was going to get stoned and drive, and I was going to get drunk and lecture him on the ills of the world. Then we got back to his place, and Paul (soon to be previously of the army) was there - on leave. Anyway, he'd been out drinking with Vegie's little sister or something... anyway, he was drunk and he gave Vegie a drink and Vegie had a drink.
Holy fuck, you fucking backstabbing motherfucking hack of a cunt! You stabbed me in the back! Now that Vegie couldn't drive, I had no choice... I simply had to get stoned. Too my credit, despite the extensive variety of my stash, I restricted myself to marijuana. Perhaps I could do a jelly, and just keep on with the relatively harmless drug... hmmmmm... we'll see. I definitely won't do it again until New Years Eve anyway, but anyway, anyway, it was totally worth it, because after we were stoned, Vegie started laughing...
Well, actually, he'd been laughing fgor a while, oh and htis is at the valindrome by the by, anyway, he'd been laughing "fgor" a while, but now he was really laughing, and the thought that caused him to laugh was this:
"Okay, so dig this: It's a new game show, right, and there's a double bed in this upstairs room, right... and in the room there are like 50 kids... anyway, they all have to run around the bed until the music stops, and then they all try to get on it. Obviously, some people will fall off. They are out. You keep on playing until there is only one person left.
Anyway, they're upstairs, but downstairs, there's this old hillbilly guy, and when he hears all the noise, he runs upstairs and shouts at them, "Hey you kids! Git off my bed!"
Hahahahahahaaaa HA.
Anyway, then Paul's mobile telephone rang, he answered it.
There was no-one at the other end... He had a one-sided conversation for a while, and it looked the climax of this little mini-phone adventure was when he said, "If someone's there, move the phone" and he heard a little noise as the phone moved.
Anyway, then he started to have a conversation with this person, but when Vegie and I went over (at around the 20 minute mark of the call) to listen in on the other side of the call... there was no-one there.
"Paul, seriously, are you just talking to yourself."
"Of course not! What sort of person would pretend to talk on the phone?"
But the way he said it seemed insincere... Anyway, I took the phone off him... and then.... somebody spoke,
They said, "Put Paul back on please."
So anyway, now we're back from the Valindrome at Vegie's place, watching Little Birdy on rage, and Paul says, "What the FUCK is this... there's like... sluts dancing around or something? What?" and we all laughed because we realized he was in such a state that he couldn't comprehend the very universally accepted concept of Little Birdy... Did that even make sense? Ha!
Then he says, "I want one, Veg" referring, one hopes, to Little Birdy... in that he wants to rape them in his bathtub... not that he likes the waht?
Ha.... this sitting down is a bit of a lark.
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