Feb 7, 2014
overindulgence;;
     Well the cute, kinky boy was absolutely correct. Oliver would've had to be extremely unobservant to miss the rather large house at the top of the hill. He let out an impressed huff before making the trek up the road, THC coursing through his body and mellowing him out-- rarely could one ever catch him sober and disinclined. He finally made it to the house after a few minutes of slow trudging and rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for the boy to answer.
     "Well that didn't take long at all," he sneered to himself. Perhaps he should've driven, but the weed didn't exactly help him make rational decisions.
