**** I'm really high.
Why did I bother getting ******
**** I'm REALLY high...
The end of senior year is close!
**** Why did I get high?
**** held me back for a year...
Of sitting, and staring, and staring, and sitting,
And laughing my *** to tears.
The *** became a small escape.
Like Superman without his cape.
Or a homeless guy with a 40 oz drink.
**** what am I saying?!
**** I'm high.
There's work to do?
But **** that ****
I'll chill for a bit.
And it's back to work for who?
Hopefully, my high ***
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
**** I'm really high.
Why did I bother getting ******
**** I'm REALLY high...
The end of senior year is close!
**** Why did I get high?
**** held me back for a year...
Of sitting, and staring, and staring, and sitting,
And laughing my *** to tears.
The *** became a small escape.
Like Superman without his cape.
Or a homeless guy with a 40 oz drink.
**** what am I saying?!
**** I'm high.
There's work to do?
But **** that ****
I'll chill for a bit.
And it's back to work for who?
Hopefully, my high ***
So basically this is a little comedic narrative I wrote high off my *** when I had homework to do and I was too lazy to do any of it. Just imagine a guy, high out of his mind, telling himself these things word for word. I think it's pretty funny.
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