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Well, now.

My best friend Bobby and I tend to use a lot of drugs. Not saying this to brag, just stating the truth.
In fact, these drugs are just functioning as a big billboard of our failure at life and the meager ways we try to give meaning to our existence.

I would like to tell you about a time our illegal abuse went way, way, way too far. It's debatable if this is a paranormal story, but I can assure you it's fucked up in more ways you could imagine.

It all started on a colorless autumn afternoon. We both ate 2 portions of Hawaiian shrooms and we enjoyed our trip, chilling on Bobbies couch. Just watching TV and drinking a cold beer. We were used to eating these shrooms and knew what to expect: about 6 hours of a relaxed outer space world, all experienced safely from a comfortable sofa.

When we awoke after a seven hour coma, still tripping, Bobby and I both knew that shit had hit the fan. Something was seriously wrong with the fungi we were digesting. Normally around this time, the trip would be fading out and the reality of life would slowly assemble back into one piece. Not this time.

Slowly pulling our woosy minds together, we decided to go out and collect some sugary refreshments; the best cure for an unwanted stray state of mind. We decided to travel to the local supermarket using public transportation.

It all went wrong at the bus stop. The bus would arrive at 5.27 pm. Minutes before it arrived Bobby started screaming..... He was just sitting next to the sign of the bus stop, screaming at the top of his lungs.

I knew something was wrong and I knew it would be a bad decision to take the bus at this moment. So I whisted for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had dice in the mirror if anything i could say that this cab was rare but i thought nah, forget it yo home to bel-air!

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Fuck yo blog.

[Butters]

Do a real drug, homo.