It was late. Smoke filled the car.
I couldn't beleive I was here, but then again, I couldn't believe much of the nights happenings. Although it wasn't night anymore, "what time is it?" I realized I was thinking my thought aloud. Everyone started to laugh.
As my friend passed me the joint he said... "dude, look at the clock, it's 4:20"
I could barely see the clock. But laughter ensued...for like, ever, it seemed.
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Sounds like you were smoking some Matanuska Valley Thunderfuck.
lol!!!! The green kind with blue crystals.
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