Toby: its okay...its okay..its not your fault, Joy makes you do horriblw htings, trust me
Tim: i throwing this f*cking drug away! *incinerates the drug*
*you fall asleep in the hallway*
Michelle: wa up!!!! why you fwall sleep on da fwoor? ooh candy!!! *tries to eat Jo
Yeah agreed
Michelle: bad? hokay
*somewhere in your mind you want to...take it? i mean, the feeling is almost to easy to push away, but every so often, it keeps telling you to*
Tim: *gives you a very knowing look*
Tim: *welcome to my world* *he gives you a cigerate and some vodka
