*cue Gamemaster*
"Hey little Suzie, you look depressed."
"I am. It seems like I don't have as much fun as everybody else at rave parties."
"Is that all?"
"Well, I've been gaining a lot of weight lately and my phat pants are starting to feel tight and constrictive!"
"What else?"
"It's my boyfriend. I totally love him and everything, but he's got a small penis and I can't come."
"Well, what if I told you I could solve all three of your problems at once?"
"Oh, then I'd say you're full of shit."
"Well, you stupid bitch, I'm not. It sounds like all you need is some..."
*cue evil breaks*
"crystal meth.... crystal meth! Crystal Meth! CrystalmethCRYSTALMETHCRYSTALMETH!!!!"
*soaring Gamemaster anthems*
"Yes, Crystal Meth, from Trip. Let's hear what one of his satisfied customers has to say:"
Quote:
Originally Posted by Satisfied Customer
I've been up for days, and I look and feel great. I dance harder than anybody and I finished my taxes months ago! .... can I have some more now?
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"Now let's hear about it from Trip, the man himself."
Quote:
Originally Posted by Trip
Ohhhh, dude, my Crystal is so bloody cleeeean. My crystal is always guaranteed to make you the last person on the dance floor. Also, it will completely eliminate your desire to eat, meaning you'll lose weight. Furthermore, even girls that are dating DJs and promoters with cocks the size of erasers on number 2 pencils will be coming in seconds after trying my crystaaaaaal
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"Crystal Meth, from Trip. Freakin' clean jib."
/me misses the G-spot.