Various conversations, Part 1
Clown: “How much is an ounce?”
Andre: “Around 300.”
Clown: “Grams?”
Andre: “Oh…we’re not talking about weed?”
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Andre: “Hey Rose, what do you know about poisonous mushrooms? Like, if Clown has this now, how long should I wait before having mine?”
Clown: “Fuck, I’m not the test!”
Andre: “Well, I’ll look it up on the net then…fuck, Clown!”
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Both (constantly) : “Don’t tell (insert girlfriend’s name here) about this…”
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Andre: “Have some weed!”
Me: “No. In fact, after saying this for five years now, why don’t you just go ahead and memorise it. I don’t want any weed.”
Andre: “That’s okay, I’ll just wait until you’re asleep and breathe it on your face.”
Clown: “I once did that to a girl, actually.”
Me: “Fuck, Clown!”
Clown: “Well, I felt pretty bad about it. But she laughed when she woke up! Though I guess that was bound to happen…”
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