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oh, and when you say dope, do you mean dope, or...dope...? God what a lovely word.
Kid's dad's all,"Yeah, I was known to smoke a little bit of dope back in the day..."
Kid's all spun, thinking,"you fucking played out faux hippie, you don't know shit about dope..."
Kid's grandma's all nodding and drooling and shit, muttering,"what the fuck y'all know about dope? Wouldn't know good shit even if a point of pretty beige-colored scag cooked itself up, jumped into a rig and slammed itself into your veins..."
Have to echo Sars, it's like worse than the trance room/stage at an electronica event. sometimes.
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