Here we go.

This is it.

I'm going home.

Yup, it's folding. Put down the bong.

Did something just explode?

Let go.

I dont smoke the elf spice (yet), i drink the brew and its more like:
Am i really doing this?
Oh god WHY am i doing doing this AGAIN?
I am gonna have to purge.
No No NO you stay inside!
Where the fuck is my bucket?
This is to much man, you took too much, now you REALLY done it.
This thing here looks like it is my bucket, but can we be really sure about that?
...
... barf on my carpet?
OMG what is this, i don't even...


when my ego dissolves into insanity usually i emerge from it and become the observer.

First hit: no going back now..

Second hit: let's do this!

Shortly after: Time is ticking and the bong is getting hard to light, one more? Nah..

*BLISS*

"Why the hell am I always so hesitant to do this?!"