Ok, the Robitussin is kicking in.

[Conchaga]

I've been sitting here for the last half hour slowly sipping a bottle of Robitussin. The thing's almost gone. I'm feeling a little high.

 

[Conchaga]

*swig*

 

[Friday]

Are you sick? Or just ran out of beer?

 

[Conchaga]

I'm sick. And I've got plenty of beer left. Though, it doesn't help when you just sit there and mindlessly sip on a bottle of robitussin. I didn't do it on purpose, either.

 

[Conchaga]

Oh, and vodka. I've got lots of vodka left.

 

[Conchaga]

speaking of beer....

 

[Friday]

Took a Percocet the other day. That was yummy fun.

Feel better, dude.

 

[Conchaga]

I'm tripping balls and now I'm pissed. I wanted to give a shitload more karma tonight.