the laptop cast a soft blue glow on rave as he sat and mumbled, clicking frantically between the latest skrillex remixes. the clock on his wall was stuck at 4:20, something he had always considered a reward of good karma. he alternated between two oral accessories: a fat blunt and the occasional TGI fridays bbq puff.
“haha, big choon. big choon. haha. i need to take a shower that was so grimy. ha. heuh. grimy. filth. choon. haha.”
he reviewed his latest youtube comment, bit his lower lip, and pressed submit. almost immediately the likes began to build. he reclined in his leaking beanbag chair, twin streams of the dankest purp on the planet escaping his nasal cavity.
“BIG.F1LTHYY.CH00N,” he whispered to himself with a creeping grin.
and the night dragged on.
