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!'