Thoughts, reflections and ideas from your NLNC staff while we're bombed out of our domes from smoking cannabis.
It's not that we can't feel our toes tonight, it's that they keep getting stuck together. It's as if they want to become one giant toe (which, come to think of it would be pretty bomb) and it feels pretty fucking weird. Every two or three minutes we have to stretch our toes out in all directions for fear of waking tomorrow with one massive, size 12, toe. Where would we buy flip-flops?
How fucking great are olives? We're crushing an olive/feta salad right now, and next to a pair of athletic 34-Ceeeeeeeees, we've never put anything better into our mouths. And speaking of olives, we really need to get our legs over. There's a bar across the street from the new office, and closing time isn't for 30 minutes, so to borrow a term from a good friend, who still hasn't even acknowledged our wedding present to him, and yes the video was probably slightly inappropriate with all the drinking, balls, dicks, homoeroticism, animals, etc. we still put a ton of time and effort into it and think a simple "yeah we got it" isn't too much to ask for, oh yeah back to the post -- we're off to snag a "wounded buffalo."
Hopefully she'll be black.
Tonight's Stoned Listening Recommendations: Tokyo Police Club- A Lesson in Crime, Violent Femmes- Add it Up
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yeah we got it
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