arise and shine, young hood.
the water, as you call it, is a special mixture of amaretto and ben&ben blended for just the exact chemical interaction with the last of our precious thai stick.
waste not master hood -- that was $20 for the bag.
paul, cancel your mental appointments, baby. what are you, like still stoned from last night?
see ya.
paul, let me enlighten you about something. you and i exist on two opposite sides of a great existential divide, that being your pathetic virginity on the one hand and my astonishing number of sexual conquests on the other. i'm off to get laid. see you.
and remember, with your erogenous zones lubricated as such with the mighty herb, do not attempt terrestrial contact with members of the opposite sex -- because you drone on like a motherfucker when you're stoned.
do what?
um, libbets casey.
aha! i could sense the vibe.
am i right or am i right?
my man, i speak to you solely as a comrade in arms offering unconditional aid. i've been giving this one a lot of thought, and i believe that the two of you together might just reach that higher ground that --
you oughtta read this hood, nixon, our leader, all ye need know about the travails of life. check out the checkers speech stuff.
all will be revealed, baby.
awesome sleet and rain.
howdy there. you, young knight. can you check on the mead? can you sally forth and secure us some more mead?
moisture! moisture!
hell on the fillings.
everything's gonna freeze, the big freeze.
like into one of the other 20 or so bathrooms they've got in this place.
pharmaceutical! you are a god.
groovy. young master of the revels, a treat for our hostess?
come on paulie, share the wealth. you copped 'em from her mom's stash anyway.
the foot.  the foot.  toeclipper man.