I mean reached complete utter madness that gravitated around the circumstances surrounding that vary event which we did not know exactly how the next few days whould pan out but we were certain about one thing, that kfc makes good potato wedges I mean Jesus Christ they make some good fucking tatera I mean if I could I would fuck them damn I think I would fuck anything given the chance but anyway back to the events which followed in chronological order from Saturday night to this morning I found out what love really is,,,, its when you have ate kfc wedges and you fucked the shit out of them and you want to feel right about fucking it so you go to Vegas with 3 pounds of cocaine and your tater wedges
Now I understand that some of you are like " why is he going to marry the potato wedges " well the reason why was quite obvious, it was because I have just chewed up 1/4 of shrooms and the potato wedges had a certain charm that was imperviously intruding my thoughts and feelings so I believed at that certain place and time that I had found the last true love that I will ever have again.
Back to the events that followed February the 15th of 2014 well I had reached my destination abd I stopped at a road side bar to take a toke and get drunk but it was of which I realized I was still in my driveway fucking a potato product from kfc that I have realized,
DUDE ACID FUCKING SUCKS BALLS it was to my regained knowledge that I have done 15 drops of acid and I swear to this day that I shall never drop acid in my car again. And I lived happily ever after