Date:	2004-02-02 18:07
Subject:	what happens when a perma sleep phibson wakes up
Security:	Public
Mood:	predatory
Music:	Pac is bac'

ahashahaahahahha when a perma sleep phibson wakes up, its an EVENT!! So we are laughing....so. to speak of our day ahahaha.

we arent high.

Our day. an essay. ahahaha.

you're barkin' up the wrong fag, honey. we saw the tan man again. he wasnt as tan. We also saw a tan lesbian. we also decided to become black. cos white is wack. yo. we are both wearing real underwear. cos fake underwear is.... HEYYYYY TUPAC IS DEAD YO!!! no wait...a minute, alive and well in Cuba. are there cubs in Cuba.? yo fuck dis shit up in herre, ou' deep thoughts are, soon we will have a girl day. our journal. its going...nowhere. CAN WE ASK THEM IF THEY WANT TO HEAR A STORY? A STORY? YES, A STORY!!

Once, we got really high and painted a piece of bread blue we had the bread cos we had the munchies, and we needed a lot of food. We cloaked this piece of bread in some extra cheese, although no cheese can really be extra. You’ll always find a use for it. Then I painted a happy face on it and we walked down the street and left it on somebody’s doorstep. We called it Foodson.

Before we walked outside though, we each painted an egg. They were called Eggsons. Mine was purple and I warapped it in tissue paper and got it wet, and then I tried to blowdry it, but it got partially cooked. Sam’s was a light blue and it is resting in a shotglass, drying.

I wanted to leave Foodson on a parked car, and then on a religious icon, and then on another parked car, but the car I had in mind wasn’t parked after all. So, I left it on a doorstep, to smile up at its prospective owner.

We spent a lot of our time painting a box. I wanted to paint the floor, and then the walls cos they were white, but that would have been very bad. SO we painted a box that had been used to store herbs. We painted it fire colors, and it took us a very long time. Then I began to paint Sam. Her arm was rapidly cloaked n paint, and just as we were going to eat, we wrote all over her back and I drew a crude tattoo of a pot leaf encased in a heart but the heart looked like a vagina.

Earlier, before we were high, I had a chocolatey treat. Except I kept eating all the chocolate and kept having to put more on. Then I got it all over sams computer monitor. Then, she was telling me a story and I said Hubson, instead of sam saying husband. We weren’t even high.

Then sam made burritos. Except we had to hide them from her uncle even though he wasn’t home. We weren’t high then either.

Before that, I was walking to sams house. It was very cold, and when I called her uncle still hadn’t left. Nobody was high.

Later we were really high and listening to Led Zeppelin. Except the cds wouldnt work and we got very scared. But then we put them in another cd player. We listened to three Zeppelin cds before we went to go drop Foodson off. It was fun when we dropped Foodson off. We had to ‘bundle up’ and disguise ourselves, in case mr. diaz drove by.

Sam then tucked a bag containing the illicit pizza box under her shirt and we were off.
The bag was conveniently dropped on the corner and we dropped off a Foodson.

The END. Nobody is high.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like, "It's better than yours."
Damn right, it's better than yours,
I can teach you, but I have to charge