Chunk: And this I've time, I mixed up a batch of fake barf, snuck up to the balcony at the theater, and made a noise like "huuuuh, huuuuh" and dumped it over the side.
Fratelli: I think I'm beginning to like this kid, ma.
I can tell when the batteries on my cordless mouse have died. There's a strange feeling of resistance when the mouse is active, but when it's dead, nothing.
Gimme a stoner any day. Better than trying to talk a roided up jock half way through a bottle of tequila out of punching his nana. I don't consume myself because weed just puts me to sleep. I guess I'm mellow enough.
Tushy