A condition which may cause
one to find oneself in an all night garage at 4am buying 17 twixs and 3 more packets of
king skins.
lols: 'how fucking good are rolls and
plastic sliced cheese man?!'
jod: 'mate. so fuckin good. well into it. shall we have another couple whilst we go out for more spliffs?'
lols: 'go for it, i've well got the munchies!'