Amy.
And blood is coming out of his ears, and he's just laying there and then this hippie dyke chick comes out with crystal and she rubs it all over him. I wish that I had more energy.
Amy.
And the kid is just laying there, and he's choking on his own blood. It's like, "Come on, you dumb, stupid chick. What are you doing with your crystals? He needs a doctor." I wish I could sleep forever, man. I wish. I wish.
You know, I've seen some crystals do some pretty trippy s**t, man.
Really?
I was out with one of my girlfriends once in Vegas...
Amy.
And we were hanging out, and we picked this guy up. I think he was a Mexican. I wish I was black. And we both ******** him.
Amy.
Anyways... she got crabs really bad. And I was wearing this crystal around my neck all night long, and I never got them. Magic crystals.
Amy.
No, Nikki, Nikki. What happened was that your friend ******** him first, and the crabs jumped onto her bush before they got a chance to get onto yours. That's what happened. You got lucky you got sloppy seconds.
There's no such thing as magic-crystal-hippie-crap bullshit.
Ross?
Ross?
Did you ever get crabs, Ross?
Amy.
Amy.
-Spun
