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[campjesus]

*watching TV, eating brownies, zoned out*

Comments

[kendel-atlarge.livejournal.com]

That stuff'll rot yer brains, you know!

[campjesus]

Meth already accomplished that.

[kendel-atlarge.livejournal.com]

Meth's a helluva drug. Nasty as hell. You don't still do that shit, do ya?

[campjesus]

I was kidding.

[kendel-atlarge.livejournal.com]

Oh jeez, hun! I knew a lot of kids on meth back in th'day. It's nothin' t'joke about.

[campjesus]

Uh... sure.

[kendel-atlarge.livejournal.com]

Nah, I mean it! It really is a hellofa drug *frowns*

Whatcha watchin'?

[campjesus]

Kung Fu Hustle.

[kendel-atlarge.livejournal.com]

Well, atleast you're cultured.

[campjesus]

Um... kay?

[kaydee-did.livejournal.com]

Funny shit t'ere, guy.

[campjesus]

Uhhh... I guess.

[kaydee-did.livejournal.com]

Y'guess? Whaddaya mean, y'guess?

[campjesus]

Umm... I'm pretty high.

[kaydee-did.livejournal.com]

*smirks and turns back to the TV*

[campjesus]

*stares at the ceiling*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*plops down beside him and hooks a brownie*

Turn it up a little?

[campjesus]

*mmm, illegal brownies*

My hands don't work. I don't have any bones. *REALLY HIGH* You do it. I'm bitter.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*snorts and grumbles around his mouthful of brownie*

Can you at least nudge it over here with your foot, or is that going to distract from your ennui?

[campjesus]

*completely vacant* I told you I don't got any bones. I think, um... I don't... know where I left them...

*trails off and is silent for like five minutes*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*gives a HUGE SIGH and crawls over him to get it, grabbing another brownie on his way back*

Is it time for Adult Swim yet?

[campjesus]

What? You can swim whenever you want to.

...

*rolls over*
*flop*

I am so baked.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*flops over too. Brodythighs are small but two of them together make a nice pillow*

Mmmmmmmm. You make the best brownies.

*flips channels aimlessly*

[campjesus]

*wriggles his legs, jostling him*

Yer smooshin' me. Fattie. *KIDDING*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*snorts again and tickles him, dropping brownie crumbs all over his skirt*

Cause you keep feedin' me brownieeeeeeeeeeeeeees.

*cracks one eye open and eyes the plate*

Any left?