I dialed the number of the pretty brunette. It was the same thing every time I got stoned. Even a little. Laying there in my boxers, she picks up the phone. The tiny voice of a once innocent girl answers,and we do what we do. I end up having to fake because she was so obviously faking as well. I throw the phone across the room with extreme bouts of laughter escaping. I grabbed my laptop and got on MSN for only a few minutes, before the memory resurfaced and I ended up laughing myself to sleep.
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Randomsome funny, some sad. Most sad. Lol jk I'm a comedian. There's plenty of funny ones.
