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last night while we were comming off of cactus, actually we were well over the peak and still just had a little body fry, we ordered pizza. we still had some cactus juice left over, so i told my friends roommates (who were sober) that i was going to offer it to the pizza guy. i open the door with a beer in my hand, and the pizza guy is some white guy with dreads. i imediatly ask him if he wanted to trip on some mescaline and he says, sure why not. then he goes on to say how people only offer him pot/lines/alcohol but never any psycadellics. we make him pound this foul tasting substance and we tell him that he's gonna start feeling strange in about 2 hours. he said thats cool.
mission successful. i fed the pizza guy weird drugs that he's never had before. i wouldn't trust us, but he did. that guy is cool as fuck in my book.
we called the pizza place about an hour and a half later and asked if John the pizza delivery guy was there, the chick on the phone said no. so i told her to tell him when she sees him, that "the kids from apartment 127 wanted to call and see how he was doing."
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