Sleeping in Skunk Fogged Cheech and Chong Dreams
It was a really chilly night; I had turned the acceptable temperature down to 65 degrees, very cold for me. I put a winter hat onto my head, covering my ears and I pulled my turtleneck up onto my chin, just below my bottom lip. And here, the nightly ritual began. I set the sleeper on the t.v. for... Sign in to see full entry.