Wednesday, February 25, 2009

absurd hotbox

I went up town to look for a couple of my buddies, but I couldn't find them. I ran into some other friends instead. We cruised over to one of their places, and we ate all her oranges. Another buddy showed up, and soon after we walked into town and tried to find someone to grab us some liquor.

A few people pulled up in their car and handed us all some smokes. We gave them some money to get us some beer, and another buddy pulled up. We all got into his car and drove to the park. We hotboxed the shit out of it and then headed back to town square, but the other people hadn't got our liquor yet. Instead we all drove down to the beach.

Someone else showed up with their car, a pretty fuckin' small 2-door sedan. There were five people crowded into the back, one of them lying across the other five. We fit another six people in the front and between the driver's seat and the back; so it was so crowded we could hardly even pass the doobs or the pipe, but we still managed to hotbox the SHIT out of it. Finally we got our beer and went off to get crunk.

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