"Those dry-drunk fuck sticks, are a bunch of fat mouthed liars!!" exclaimed Adam, while he slammed back his 211 tall can...the one he just stole from the liquor store down the street, from our current location.
"How so dude?" I asked
"Well...fuck they think they are all high power and good now that they don't drink and shit, yet...yet all they do is eat norco, smoke heroin, and shove xanex up each other's poop shoots!" Adam exclaimed as he threw his 40oz accross the street, having it land in the streets on purpose, just so he could have the satisfaction of destroying something.
We walked back to Katherine's house, and slamed a few shots of tequila on the way. Adam handed me a few somas...(which are skelital muscle rexlars) while I was finishing my shots. Oh, this may end up turning into an ugly night (and as you shall discover, it really did!)