Monster and Reese's Pieces Do Not Mix
I Still Hear Your Voice
Ray, Kris, Patrick, Alex and Andy were all sitting on the 'Clean bus.'
Ray had just gotten her hard cast and a set of crutches.
She poked Andy ."Dude!" she whisepered.
"What?" he whipser/yelled back.
"It's orange!" Ray yelled in a singsong voice.
They had given her Vicodin to stop the pain and she was like a fucking druggie.
"Ray... Stop being such a druggie."
"Uh... Sorry my crack supply is low, I haven't been to my dealer in a while..."
Kris started laughing.
Patrick and Alex looked up from the video game they were whooping each other's asses at.
"Okay Ray. Time for bed." Andy said nonchalantly.
"No way Anday!" Ray was now hysterical with laughter and Kris was near wetting herself. Alex finally in on the joke started laughing too.
In all of his years Patrick had never seen three grown women act like they were high when only one was.
Ray had just gotten her hard cast and a set of crutches.
She poked Andy ."Dude!" she whisepered.
"What?" he whipser/yelled back.
"It's orange!" Ray yelled in a singsong voice.
They had given her Vicodin to stop the pain and she was like a fucking druggie.
"Ray... Stop being such a druggie."
"Uh... Sorry my crack supply is low, I haven't been to my dealer in a while..."
Kris started laughing.
Patrick and Alex looked up from the video game they were whooping each other's asses at.
"Okay Ray. Time for bed." Andy said nonchalantly.
"No way Anday!" Ray was now hysterical with laughter and Kris was near wetting herself. Alex finally in on the joke started laughing too.
In all of his years Patrick had never seen three grown women act like they were high when only one was.