the cow

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“Hey Wally, we put some angel dust in your bong hit,” they said. They were laughing, even though I was driving, and freaking out. Everything had turned into a movie. Nothing really bothered me, but I did ask, “What the hell is angel dust?”
That’s when I ran into the cow. There was a sudden stop. Nobody had seat belts on, and everybody changed their positions very quickly. We left the scene of the crime as fast as possible. Nobody was hurt. The cow was history.

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