Gas Station Sushi

you. me. gas station. what’re we getting for dinner? sushi, of course. uh oh, there was a roofie inside of our gas station sushi. we blackout and wake up in a sewer. were surrounded by fish. horny fish. you know what that means. fish orgy. the stench draws in a bear. what do we do? were gonna fight it. bear fight. bear handed. bear… naked? oh yes, please. we befriend the bear after we beat it in a brawl. then we ride it into a chuck e cheese. dance dance revolution. revolution? overthrow the government? uh i think so. next thing you know I’m reincarnated as jesus christ. then i turn into a jet, fly into the sun, black out again, wake up, do a bump, whiteout, which i didnt know you could do, then i smoked a joint, greened-out, then i turned into the sun. uh oh, looks like the meth is kicking in. duh buhhushabasbkasbgjbakdjgb

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