*dying man approaches crowd.*
Guy on acid: Dude you look fucked up. Dude... dude?
*man falls to ground and starts groaning*
Girl on acid: Like, he looks hurt. We need to call an ambulance.
Guy on acid: No way, they'll find out we're selling acid.
Girl on acid: Sorry, man. (immediately reverts focus to the Phish performance) whooooaaaah...
Dying man: FML
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment