I do not own Buffy or the charactors. And I don't promote drug use.
But if you know people who have done drugs, talk to them, they have
some great stories.
The effects of drugs
Buffy, Willow, and Xander, sat in a circle staring at a vase of
flowers.
Willow: Look at the colors
Buffy: Look at that vase. I want to name that vase.....Bob.
Yes they were stoned.
Xander: What if it's a girl?
Buffy: Then we can call it Bobette.
Willow: I think she's my daughter.
Xander: What? You have a daughter?
Willow: I have a daughter? How? Was it you?
Xander: No. I don't think.
Buffy: Let's go fight evil, while everything's all funny looking.
So they go out in search of evil, or magic hands other than thiers.
Buffy: Ahhhh! It's a bear! A big giant bear!
Willow: Buffy, that's a cat.
Buffy: What? Oh, it is. Hahahahahaaa...
Xander: Dude, Buffy, you're stoned.
Buffy: So are you.
Xander: I am?(looks around)Wow, this is true.
Willow: Why are their two moons?
Buffy: Two? Willow, you're insane, there's three.
Xander: That's the sun.
Willow: No, it's the moon. See, it's dark out.
Xander: It's a conspiracy.
Buffy: It is.
Willow: The government is behind this, I know it.
Xander: What! The government is behind me?!
Buffy: Huh? Let me at 'em!
Willow: No government, just a creepy vampire.
Buffy: Shit! Look at him. He's ugly.
Willow: Damn! He is one ugly bastard.
Xander: I think he's gorgeous. I like his dread locks.
Buffy: He's awfully skinny.
Spike:(walks up from the street)That's because he's not a vampire, he's a mop.
Wil, Xand,& Buf: Damn!
BUffy: vampires are really mops.
Xander: and they work for the government
Willow: making three moons that look like the sun.
Buffy: and cats that look like bears.
Spike: Oh god. Yuo're all buttered. What got into you? Buffy, you're the bodygaurd
of this little town, you can't affored to be stoned with your lackies.
Xander: I still love you spikey.
Spike: ew. Come on you guys.
Back at buffys house.
Giles: There you are, I've found.....Buffy?
Buffy: Giles! Hi. Want some magic powder?
Willow: It's by bob.
Buffy: the vase.
Xander: Bobette.
Buffy: the vase is both man and woman.
Xander: Ya know, eleven out of the twelve voices in my head are saying you're right.
Willow: Buffy, you're a genious, all four of you.
Giles: Spike?! Where did you find them?
Spike: In an alley exchanging words with a mop.
Giles: Well let's get them to bed. We can't let anyone know that the slayer was high as a kite.
Spike: (sarcasm) might make her look stupid.
Giles: I'll take Xander home. And Spike, despose of that contraband.
And so ends our story. A story that makes the characters seem more down to Earth.
The moral of our story is: If you do drugs you mistake cats for bears, mops for vampires, nad moons for suns.
The End
But if you know people who have done drugs, talk to them, they have
some great stories.
The effects of drugs
Buffy, Willow, and Xander, sat in a circle staring at a vase of
flowers.
Willow: Look at the colors
Buffy: Look at that vase. I want to name that vase.....Bob.
Yes they were stoned.
Xander: What if it's a girl?
Buffy: Then we can call it Bobette.
Willow: I think she's my daughter.
Xander: What? You have a daughter?
Willow: I have a daughter? How? Was it you?
Xander: No. I don't think.
Buffy: Let's go fight evil, while everything's all funny looking.
So they go out in search of evil, or magic hands other than thiers.
Buffy: Ahhhh! It's a bear! A big giant bear!
Willow: Buffy, that's a cat.
Buffy: What? Oh, it is. Hahahahahaaa...
Xander: Dude, Buffy, you're stoned.
Buffy: So are you.
Xander: I am?(looks around)Wow, this is true.
Willow: Why are their two moons?
Buffy: Two? Willow, you're insane, there's three.
Xander: That's the sun.
Willow: No, it's the moon. See, it's dark out.
Xander: It's a conspiracy.
Buffy: It is.
Willow: The government is behind this, I know it.
Xander: What! The government is behind me?!
Buffy: Huh? Let me at 'em!
Willow: No government, just a creepy vampire.
Buffy: Shit! Look at him. He's ugly.
Willow: Damn! He is one ugly bastard.
Xander: I think he's gorgeous. I like his dread locks.
Buffy: He's awfully skinny.
Spike:(walks up from the street)That's because he's not a vampire, he's a mop.
Wil, Xand,& Buf: Damn!
BUffy: vampires are really mops.
Xander: and they work for the government
Willow: making three moons that look like the sun.
Buffy: and cats that look like bears.
Spike: Oh god. Yuo're all buttered. What got into you? Buffy, you're the bodygaurd
of this little town, you can't affored to be stoned with your lackies.
Xander: I still love you spikey.
Spike: ew. Come on you guys.
Back at buffys house.
Giles: There you are, I've found.....Buffy?
Buffy: Giles! Hi. Want some magic powder?
Willow: It's by bob.
Buffy: the vase.
Xander: Bobette.
Buffy: the vase is both man and woman.
Xander: Ya know, eleven out of the twelve voices in my head are saying you're right.
Willow: Buffy, you're a genious, all four of you.
Giles: Spike?! Where did you find them?
Spike: In an alley exchanging words with a mop.
Giles: Well let's get them to bed. We can't let anyone know that the slayer was high as a kite.
Spike: (sarcasm) might make her look stupid.
Giles: I'll take Xander home. And Spike, despose of that contraband.
And so ends our story. A story that makes the characters seem more down to Earth.
The moral of our story is: If you do drugs you mistake cats for bears, mops for vampires, nad moons for suns.
The End