my dealer: got some straight gas this strain is called “catullus 5” you’ll be zonked out of your gourd
me: yeah whatever. i don’t feel shit.
5 minutes later: the words of over-harsh old men are worth nothing to us
my buddy licinius pacing: we need to confuse our many thousands of kisses so that no one can cast an evil eye on us when he sees how many kisses there were


















