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Sly Stoned
Sly spent the morning watching cartoons, finding it difficult to follow the plots. He was trying to remember something or other but his memory was like a dirty pea-souper. He smoked another spliff around noon and dreamt of the family but he remembered nothing when he awoke.
Paul D. Brazill
Nov 30 2009
Nice piece, Paul. It paints a great scene.
Dec 01 2009
Poo Sly. Good micro.
Dec 01 2009
From what I recall, a spliff will do that every time. Tomorrow, I won’t remember writing this. Nice, Paul.
Dec 01 2009
‘They’ say for every spliff you smoke a few more brain cells die.
Sly must’ve smoked a few!
Nice one, Paul.
Dec 02 2009
Hazy and gorgeous…
Dec 02 2009
Ta much!