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underneath me!
Gimme your cock!
Yo, I slept like a baby.
Ugh, me too.
That weed knocked
me the f*** out.
Mm.
You look older than
a motherf***er.
Holy sh*t, you
look old as f***!
Hee!
This must have some
hallucinogenic sh*t in it.
That's f***in' cool.
We must be
halla-ducinatin' now.
Oh yeah.
Man, I feel like we've
been walking for days.
Ahh, I'm f***in' hot.
This is the worst
hallucination ever.
The f***...
A f***in' space ship.
We're not hallucinating.
We're still dreaming.
How do you know this is
your dream and not mine?
Because I always
dream of spaceships.
Let's keep walking.
Welcome.
What the f*** was that?
It's a talking door?
What's happening?
Hello, door.
How are you?
Nice to meet you.
Why's everybody on
their calculator?
We walked all this way for
a f***in' math convention!
I hate math.
And I gotta take a sh*t.
2016?
What the f***?
Thank you.
Have a nice day.
What the f***?
What the f*** is that?
I'm at the gas station.
Oh
sweetheart, I miss you so
much, I can't wait to
see you my little boo.
I'll be here for
a couple hours.
Who the f*** is that?
The f***?
Welcome.
Yo!
Check this out.
Government approves...
No, not that. Look at the date.
June 12, 2016.
It's one of those
fake news papers.
Uh-uh. This sh*t is real.
I went outside and saw a
dude with his car plugged in.
The price of gas is $5 a
gallon, and I seen a girl
with a thing in her hand
that she was talking to a
dude, and he was there,
like a video call.
But did you see this?
That's f***ed up.
Check this out though.
That's proof that
this is a fake.
If you go by this
newspaper here, this guy
is black, right?
And his name is o-bam-a?
Barack Obama, and
he's the President of the
United States.
Exactly.
Excuse me sir.
What's the date?
June the 12th, man.
What year?
2016!
Hey, get off me
man, get off me!
Right, right, right right,
I'm gonna let, yeah right.
Who's the president?
Barack Obama.
What he look like?
He's black!
That weed we smoked
knocked us out for
30 years!
We need to get a tow
truck, get your Van out
the ditch, and get
the f*** on home.
Let's go.
This damn CIA.
First Vietnam, then
Reagan gets shot.
Ever heard of
a turn signal?
It's nobody's f***in'
business where we're going.
Well, your parents definitely
don't live here anymore.
They really mean it when they
say you can't go home again.
So...
Our old school is
a home depot now.
-Mm.
-Your old house is a vacant lot.
And mine's a
f***ing soul mart?
There's nothing left
from our f***ing life!
And what the f***
is "glutton free?"
I dunno but the
gluttons eat free.
We should act like some
gluttons and go eat.
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