Yea but I'm walking around in giant warehouses filled with cotton bales. No access to CAG/porn.
After a while, you get the feeling that zombies might be living in the shadows or something.
You also have delusions that "you know, these things are close enough together, and they weigh about 500 pounds, so you could jump from one to the other without knocking them over, meaning I could pull off some Jackie Chan shit and spring up 15 feet in the air."
However all the dirt on your shoes makes you slide off the bales, as they are wrapped in plastic, so it doesn't really work.
You also have an overwhelming urge to slash one open in front of your boss, grab the spilling bits, inhale deeply, and proclaim "THIS IS 100 KILOS OF PURE UNCUT COLOMBIAN RAGWEED." But you think no one will think it is funny as you'd find it.
Porn will be utilized later tonight, btw.
After a while, you get the feeling that zombies might be living in the shadows or something.
You also have delusions that "you know, these things are close enough together, and they weigh about 500 pounds, so you could jump from one to the other without knocking them over, meaning I could pull off some Jackie Chan shit and spring up 15 feet in the air."
However all the dirt on your shoes makes you slide off the bales, as they are wrapped in plastic, so it doesn't really work.
You also have an overwhelming urge to slash one open in front of your boss, grab the spilling bits, inhale deeply, and proclaim "THIS IS 100 KILOS OF PURE UNCUT COLOMBIAN RAGWEED." But you think no one will think it is funny as you'd find it.
Porn will be utilized later tonight, btw.