Wow.
Okay, so last night I'm chillin at the crib, my friend had just left, and I was baked off my butt. I'd picked up the kitchen and fed the dog, poured myself a glass of water and went into the living room to just chill on the sofa and I thought, shit, I should call Chronisseur. So I call him, and he picks up and says, "Hey that was quick!" and I'm like, "what was quick?" He's like, "I just called but it went straight to voicemail, did you get my message?" and RIGHT as he's saying that, as if it had been cued, the voicemail alert on my phone beeps.
He had managed to call at the only precise moment when the phone would neither ring, nor go through to call waiting- and I was calling HIM, not anyone else, at that moment.
FREEKY.
stinkyattic Reviewed by stinkyattic on . The Ultimate FLY HUTTER< KK so one FINE summer day, I was sitting with my ultimate herd of STONY PONIES! We were blazed....like fucked out of our minds. We were just chillin outside in his garage, where we always smoke, this garage had everything ping pong, fridge, tv, couch, Bong...it was a magical place :jointsmile:. it was a hot day so there was some flys mobbing around. and by the couch sits a table, which has anyones name who has blazed there scribed on the top (mine was the coolest). A normal occurance occured Rating: 5