Reminds me of the day I smoked out with a manager of a Dairy Queen.

"Hey bro... can I get an ice cream... that shit sounds so dank right now. (turns to friend) Dude, ice cream sounds fucking dank right now... dank."

"... dank?"

"... Hey bro... can I get an ice cream... that shit sounds so dank right now. (turns to friend) Fucking ice cream!"

"Sure... one... vanilla cone." (looking at me funny)

( My friend dares me to climb on top of the counter)

( I climb on top of the counter and do a half-assed dance)

"Sir! You can't do that! Please get down!"

( I'm looking down at him because I was on top of the fucking counter ) "Fuck off shortie"

The manager came out, and asked if I was baked. Blah blah blah, he ended up coming into our truck and we blazed.

I can honestly say that I was a complete jackass that day and I was fucking BAKED.