| Joe: Hey pal! |
| How ya doin?
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| M2: I’m so wasted, man.
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| Joe: Yeah, you are, oh ho ho!
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| M2: Thanks man.
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| Joe: It’s good party, huh?
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| M2: Oh, it’s great man.
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| Joe: Hey that’s some good acid, huh?
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| M2: Oh, killer man.
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| Joe: Hey, my pleasure.
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| M2: I’ve never been higher.
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| Joe: Oh ho, you must be freaking out.
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| M2: Acid’s great man.
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| Joe: It’s the best.
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| M2: Everytime I do acid man, I’m so high.
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| Joe: Yeah, oh, you must be flipping out right now.
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| M2: This is the best acid, man.
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| Joe: What are you seein, man?
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| M2: Oh, I, that cloud up there, man.
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| Joe: Whoa
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| M2: It’s got a vein in it.
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| Joe: Oh-Holy Cow! |
| Really?!
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| M2: And it’s bleeding on me, man.
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| Joe: It’s bleeding on ya? |
| Well watch out!
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| M2: Look at my hand, man.
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| Joe: Yeah?
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| M2: It-It's moving, but it’s not moving.
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| Joe: It’s not?
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| M2: It’s still there, but it looks like it’s moving.
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| Joe: Hey, yeah to you it is.
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| M2: I’m so high.
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| Joe: Yeah, you must be flipping out.
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| M2: I’m flipping out off it.
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| Joe: Hallucinations, man.
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| M2: Acid.right.
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| Joe: Hey, I got some news fer ya.
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| M2: I’m seeing stuff, man.
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| Joe: Yeah, yer seeing stuff.
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| M2: Right.
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| Joe: Well, that’s what happens when you take acid, but you know what?
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| M2: What man?
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| Joe: Uhhh, that really wasn’t acid. |
| That was just a little piece of paper I ripped off of my notebook.
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| M2: Wha? |
| It’s probly this weed I’m smokin', man.
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| Joe: Oh, that weed.
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| M2: That Thai bud, man.
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| Joe: Whoa.
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| M2: Everything’s hilarious.
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| Joe: That’s funny man. |
| Look at that guy.
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| M2: That’s funny man.
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| Joe: Look at that guy’s hat man.
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| M2: Everything’s funny to me, man.
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| Joe: Right. |
| Hey, how man bones didya smoke? |
| A few joints, man?
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| M2: I had about four.
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| Joe: Whoa, that’s a lot of bones to be smokin', man.
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| M2: The whole thing’s man.
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| Joe: Yeah, you sucked 'em down yerself.
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| M2: Ain’t that hilarious?!
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| Joe: You didn’t wanna share, didja?
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| M2: It was great stuff, man.
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| Joe: Aww, yeah, hey I got some news on that stuff too.
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| M2: Hey what man?
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| Joe: That’s the stuff I sold you, right?
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| M2: Yeah, right.
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| Joe: Yeah
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| M2: It’s funny, man.
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| Joe: Well, well, uh.
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| M2: I’m wasted off it, man.
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| Joe: Yeah, well that’s good. |
| You smoked it, right?
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| M2: Right.
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| Joe: Well that really wans’t weed.
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| Joe: No it wasn’t, it was pencil shavings in a bag.
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| Joe: Yeah.
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| M2: Well, it’s probably this beer. |
| This beer I’m drinking, man. |
| I must
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| be drunk off it or something. |
| Ya know, I had about eighteen of them,
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| man.
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| Joe: Whoa, oh really?!
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| M2: I’m just. |
| wasted off 'em.
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| Joe: That’s a lot of beer for a man to drink.
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| M2: Man, I gotta pea pretty soon, man.
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| Joe: You didn’t dump 'em out in the woods, didja?
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| M2: No.no.no. |
| I drank all of them.
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| Joe: Right, yeah. |
| I saw you. |
| that's good. |
| Hey didja eat today?
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| M2: No, I’m on an empty stomach.
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| Joe: Whoa, you must be .yea. |
| extra buzz for you.
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| M2: .And that’s why I’m so wasted off it man, it’s like I’m seeing
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| things, man.
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| Joe: Yeah, you can hardly stand, man.
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| M2: You should take my car keys, cuz I can’t drive, man.
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| Joe: Right, right.
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| M2: I can barely walk.
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| Joe: Hey man, you better open those eyes up, they’re half shut.
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| M2: There’s two of you, man. |
| I can’t see anymore, man, I’m blind!
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| Joe: Right. |
| I got the beers, huh? |
| I’m the man, right?
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| M2: Yeah, you are the man.
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| Joe: Say it. |
| Say I’m the man.
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| M2: Yer da man!
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| Joe: Okay, well that beer.
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| M2: Yeah?
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| Joe: There was no alcohol in that beer.
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| Joe: That was non-alcoholic. |
| So.uhh.again, I’m gonna have to bust you
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| on this one. |
| You’re lying.
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| M2: I’ll be right back.
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| Joe: Ok, buddy, you go sober up.
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| Joe: Oh my God! |
| He killed himself! |
| He killed himself!
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| Joe: Oh my God! |
| You killed yerself, buddy.
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| M2: Yeah, I’m dead, man.
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| Joe: Oh my, oh yer dead.
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| M2: Yeah, I’m dead, man.
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| Joe: That is awefull.
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| M2: There’s a big white light and everything, man.
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| Joe: Yeah! |
| Well you showed us all, man.
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| M2: Oh man, I’m so peaceful here man.
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| Joe: Yeah, you see anything weird, or.
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| M2: My relatives, man, a big white light, and my grandfather’s there
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| and.
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| Joe: Ooooh, I remember him, he’s a good guy.
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| M2: He’s still wearing the same clothes, and.
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| Joe: Hey, say hello fer me, huh?
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| M2: Hey man, Joe says hi, man.
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| Joe: Right. |
| M2: It’s yeah. |
| My uncle’s here and…
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| Joe: Right.right. |
| Hey I got some news for ya. |
| This is so funny.
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| M2: Yeah? |
| What, man?
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| Joe: Yeah, yeah, before you go, up to heaven. |
| The gun, you killed
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| yerself with, that’s the one I sold you, right?
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| M2: Yeah.
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| Joe: Yeah, well that was a cap gun. |
| So, there’s no way you could have
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| killed yourself.
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| Joe: Yeah, that’s right, ok. |
| I’m going back to the party. |
| Ok, take
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| care.
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| M2: I’m moving to a different town man.
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| — Four weeks later.
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| M2: Oh this beer is great, man. |
| This tequila is really strong, man.
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| It’s got a worm, and everything in it, man.
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| Buffoon: Fuckin’shit!
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| M2: All being in the sun, you’re even more wasted. |
| Fuckin’shit is right, man! |
| I am totally wasted now, man. |
| I should maybe get an umbrella
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| or something and go in the shade.
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| Buffoon: I know a guy who can suck his own dick.
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| M2: Yeah, I know a guy who can do that too. |
| He’s the drummer from Olly
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| Hatched and one night we had two cases of Southern Comfort, man. |
| We were
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| so wasted. |
| off it. |
| I’m serious man. |