PRETTY FUCKING ACCURATE.

This is basically what happens. When my brother called me, we were both on four lokos, and our conversation went like this:

me: What?
him: Where are you?
me: Who is this?!
him: akjaa! it's your boorthguur!
me: THIS ISNT MY BROTHER! Let me fuckjin tawk to my fucking brother.
him: HAHAHAHA akjsfknaaa this is akaa your brother hahaha
me: HAHAHAA WHATASJF! ISSK ODKFHN IT?

Yeah it was just slurring.. and yelling.. and we would interrupt each other, by just talking louder over the other person. Not to mention cutting my leg up on a bush, some how attaining a bruise.. the list goes on. Four lokos is another level. Truth.

Thanks for this one, Janet.