Mother Gong
We were all stoned off our tits, listening to Mother Gong. I had cottonmouth, so got up to get a glass of water.

I could overhear everyone in the room chattering away, and I started trying to figure out what they were saying. Try as I might, I couldn't focus. I stood there with my back to the room, really trying to hone in on a conversation - any conversation. I started spinning this was doing my nut I really couldn't understand I could hear them but couldn't what the fuck what the fuck are they saying "Guys!" I exclaimed, turning around, "I can't understand anything!", only to be faced by a room full of stoned students completely monged! But still with the talking! They're talking! They're talking and I can't hear them I can't understand them how are they talking what are they saying how what what the WHAT THE FUUUUUCK?!

... and then the record stopped.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 23 Sep 2010, 10:39, Reply)