me: <\/b> “So, this feeling of being incredibly stoned—y’know, walking sideways, banging into furniture, feeling lightheaded and abnormally relaxed in the bowels—all this is to be expected, right?”\n<\/p>\n
\nKlonopin<\/b>: “You’re damn skippy, trippy. But rather than fight it, my advice to you is to pick yourself up a nice black light and a gross or two of glow sticks—then start trolling the local universities or coffee shops for hippie chicks willing to sit around topless talking philosophy and new-age mysticism. Because if those <\/i>circumstances don’t conspire to end in a tender, multipartner collision of mutual, unbridled carnality, then you really don’t deserve<\/i> me, brother.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
me: “So, this feeling of being incredibly stoned—y’know, walking sideways, banging into furniture, feeling lightheaded and abnormally relaxed in the bowels—all this is to be expected, right?” Klonopin: “You’re damn skippy, trippy. But rather than fight it, my advice to you is to pick yourself up a nice black light and a gross or two of glow sticks—then start trolling the local universities or coffee shops for hippie chicks willing<\/p>\n