It was so weird. My mom must think that I'm on drugs now, though; she's 'seriously concerned.' I camp out for a night, and now I'm a criminal? What a world, what a world.
Well, naturally. That's the thing mothers are starting to understand; their sons sneak out in the wee hours of the morning, dressed provocatively in their pajamas, of course, to go to raves and get high, just for the Hell of it. But mum's the word.
If I were on drugs, I'd probably be sleeping on the roof.
You'll be fine, as long as you didn't sell everything you own for a diamond-covered hammer to wear around your neck. Tell me you didn't do that. Please.
Aah, I want to hear about this, but my mom says that I have to go to bed NOW, and I'd rather not make her mad. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Emcee! Good-night!