The REAL story of the story i made up about my house being burned down

[apocolist]

It was a beautiful sunday morning in the quiet neighborhood of cockheadsville.... while two young whippersnappers by the name of apoc and list were experimenting with a few household chemicals they found in their garage... now as they were testing the napalm apoc thought it would be a good idea to smoke some crack... cause hes a fuckin crackhead.... but he turned out to be terribly wrong... the floor lit up in the matter of seconds. List, whos a little slow in the head, grabbed the first liquid he saw and threw it on the blaze... unfortunately the gasoline didnt seem to work and by then the whole basement was filled with smoke... apoc, unlike list, was a quick thinker, he knew the first thing to do was to run and get his stash before it could burn up... he ran as fast as he could, he got his stash and ran back but tripped over a foreign object. He yelled, "no my stash! what the fuck did i trip over? what the fuck who leaves a fire extinguisher in the middle of the god damn floor?" he pushed the fire extinguisher out of the way, picked up his crack and left.

they were both standing outside when list said man that was close... apoc replied i know... i almost lost my crack

moral of the story? dont listen to me

sub-moral, dont smoke crack

[Dispution]

Great... you know people are going to go in their garage today or tomorrow and try this shit out to see if it works, don't you?

[apocolist]

i really hope not... for already crowded mental hospitals sake