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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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