That reminds me of an amusing story:
So I'm getting out of my car after having done nearly a kilo of crack cocaine (driving on crack is the coolest thing EVER, especially when you do it at 70mph in the breakdown lane), when my friend Chico comes over. Needless to say he's done more drugs than I can count in my crack filled head and asks me if he can borrow a "surfpanis". I have no idea what he's saying, so I lean over and hug him, right there on the sidewalk. Two girls come over, hug us, take our money and leave us there on the sidewalk. So we're sitting there, the bars are all closed, and we're sharing a really nice joint Chico had with him. All of a sudden this truck comes out of nowhere, speeding down the street at like 110mph and hits Chico squarely in the face. I just sit there, barely able to process what happened. So I sit there and stare, and then it occurs to me: I'm not wearing any pants. The moral of the story: CRACK IS AWESOME.
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S51
'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' 'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. 'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.'