Why do i continously make bad choices regarding women?
she walks in, stoned, like me, like everyone in this house
She sit’s down asks for a light
In a stoners house it’s a rare comodity
She talks about what’s on tv
She doesn’t know what nerd tuesday is
I make up some story like it’s an ancient tradition
“The inca’s used to smoke pipes and watch numbers on tueday nights” I say
She volcanoes the bong, water spills everywhere
we go out for nearly a year, then i have to go to rehab.