Iggy and I hang out a lot. Like, A LOT a lot. Most of the time, we just get real baked on our stash and become total sluts for the others paws. Sometimes though, on nights like tonight, one has to seriously consider if we’re reaching the limit on our brain cell count. No worries, though. Just have yer buddy clamp his feet between your snout for a few minutes, and you’ll have forgotten the whole thing.
Heheh, uh… wait… what, uhhhh… what was I talking about? … … …Damn dude, yer feet are RANK tonight! *ssnnrrrkKK*
IggyImpmon
