There's a nest of ketmongs not far from where I live. They venture out onto the streets I traverse only to talk loudly to each other about how the 12th minute feels 'like you're an internal organ'. Sometimes they're near-comatose on the pavement, with their loose twitches summoning a new, more rambunctious sound to their collection of feckless drivel.
drugs are generally hilarious.
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03/04/2009
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