| LOL @ Eomer's story. I wish I had more exciting drug-related stories to tell. Sadly, most of them consist of:
Millie: *lying on couch, giggling uncontrollably*
Friend: What the fuck? Get it together, you retard.
Millie: *lying on couch, giggling uncontrollably*
Friend: Jesus Christ, this is why I never smoke up with you.
Millie: *lying on couch, giggling uncontrollably, maybe throws a pillow or something at the friend*
Friend: Fucking hell.
It's very weird. Most drugs don't touch me at all, but strong weed sends me into a childlike, borderline retarded state. |