See, the trouble is,
I can never remember enough of these kind of stories simply because of the kind of things these kind of stories involve.

The moral of the story?

When you find yourself in the loo crushing up a lil round fellah between a couple of spoons to get down you because the first lil round fellah doesn't seem to be doing anything, and you notice your legs start that signature shaking, tip the powder in to a rizla, put the rizla in a pocket, and walk away.
(MrOli is ugly, but in the morning you will be sober, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 21:26, Reply)