CRACK ATTACK!
You're not really sure what's happening, but you know one thing. You need to smoke some crack. Fortunately, you discover the pipe is actually in your hand and loaded with half smoked rocks. Perfect.
Sadly you cannot seem to locate your lighter. You search your pockets franticly, but find no lighter. You do, however find that there is a hole in your pocket that leads to... What is that? Oh, that feels good. Ohhhh yeah... Damn baby, don't stop. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wait a minute. You stop rubbing the mysterious one eyed, bald headed, armless midget in your pocket before he throws up. You were just about to do something. Crack. You were going to smoke crack.
You look at your other hand to see your pipe is already loaded and half smoked. All you need now is a lighter. You look around franticaly but find nothing. Then you notice that your stove is on, it's flames licking the air enticingly. They can light your pipe.
But why is it so hot in here?
You pat at your head, where the heat is almost unbearable and discover that you are actualy on fire. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" You scream as you drop your pipe and run around the room franticly. "I'm on fire!!" You tell the surrounding household appliances in the vain hope that one of them will step forward and assist you. But to no avail. Your appliances don't seem to care about you.
Well fuck them, you think to yourself as you stop running around. The flames spread to your shirt and face. It hurts. You look to the ground and spot your pipe. Awesome. Crack will numb you pain. And you don't need a lighter anymore! It should light itself!
As the house burns down around you you experience a euphoric high that even crack could not compare to, as blasphemous as that may sound. The high is known to many as excruciating pain. It is not an enjoyable high, but one unlike anything you have ever experienced before. It is a high that consumes you and leaves you dead on the floor while everything burns down around you.
Sadly you cannot seem to locate your lighter. You search your pockets franticly, but find no lighter. You do, however find that there is a hole in your pocket that leads to... What is that? Oh, that feels good. Ohhhh yeah... Damn baby, don't stop. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wait a minute. You stop rubbing the mysterious one eyed, bald headed, armless midget in your pocket before he throws up. You were just about to do something. Crack. You were going to smoke crack.
You look at your other hand to see your pipe is already loaded and half smoked. All you need now is a lighter. You look around franticaly but find nothing. Then you notice that your stove is on, it's flames licking the air enticingly. They can light your pipe.
But why is it so hot in here?
You pat at your head, where the heat is almost unbearable and discover that you are actualy on fire. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" You scream as you drop your pipe and run around the room franticly. "I'm on fire!!" You tell the surrounding household appliances in the vain hope that one of them will step forward and assist you. But to no avail. Your appliances don't seem to care about you.
Well fuck them, you think to yourself as you stop running around. The flames spread to your shirt and face. It hurts. You look to the ground and spot your pipe. Awesome. Crack will numb you pain. And you don't need a lighter anymore! It should light itself!
As the house burns down around you you experience a euphoric high that even crack could not compare to, as blasphemous as that may sound. The high is known to many as excruciating pain. It is not an enjoyable high, but one unlike anything you have ever experienced before. It is a high that consumes you and leaves you dead on the floor while everything burns down around you.
