Today, in a fit of raging hormones, my sister picked up her crack bubbler and proceded to put some cookies into it. Next to the cookies, though, was a small pile of crushed up potato chips. She scraped them up onto her finger and stuck 'em in her bubbler alnong with the cookies.
I couldn't fuckin' believe it! She fired up her propane crack torch and sucked the whole motherfuckin' bowl of cookies and stale potato chips down in a single hit like a small town porn whore sucking a golf ball through a garden hose.
The funny thing was that after she sucked down her cookies and potato chips, her eyes began rolling around up into her head. After a few shots of Jack and a small bottle of grape cough syrup, she started mumbling some shit about a dark eyed angel in hot denim shorts dancing about in circles of swirling green and orange clouds floating around the astral plane above her tea light.
Then she started getting all pissed off, shouting obscenities at her Jim Morrison poster on the wall, yelling some shit about "this god damned godzila doll living in her belly button lint is gonna have to pay some fucking rent!"
After about fifteen minutes of trying to rationally justify why I should contiue enduring this delusional nonsense, I picked up my whiffle ball bat and knocked the bitch out with one determined swing. I think she'll be ok... She's been waking up about every two hours and asking for some kind of pills. Surely I would give her some, but she can't seem to figure out which kind she might want. All I got is Yellow ones, white ones and Blues too!
Fuckin' Stoners!
