Once upon a time, in a dank smelling basement, there were a few potheads. These kids had smoked way too much pot and were becoming paraniod. They heard a rumble in the cieling and they thought the world was coming to an end. "2011!!!" one kid shouted, pretending that the mayan calender said that the world was gonna end in 2011. The potheads freaked out and ran outside for some reason. One kid climbed a tree, the others hid in bushes, one even jumped in a trash can. What were they even hiding from?
At that point in time it happened to be 1:47 AM. They were only 16 years old so they were out past curfew. As they settled down and realized that hiding was stupid because there was nothing to hide from, they met up at in the middle of the street. "WOOP WOOP!" A cop car came blazing by as the kids were in the street. "Stay right there, I have authority over you!" a sound coming from the cop car made. The cop got out of the car and gave the kids curfew tickets and sent them back to their friends house. They went back into the dank basement.
"Ahhhh going outside was so superfluous, why did we even go outside. We could have got caught bros." one kid stated while lighting up his pot pipe. The kids passed around the pot pipe like it was new gossip, it went around and around.
After a while a thunderstorm had appeared, the power was off and the lights were off. Someone started knocking on the door. The wood cieling kept creaking, Thunder struck the house! "BOOM!" The kids hid in the darkest corner of the basement along with cabinets filled with old files and boardgames. They were really scared. Something swiped a kid on his arm and they heard an enthusiastic voice saying "Game Over!"
The lights turned on.
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