Gilbert sat around all day on Saturday smoking
Oxy's and muscle relaxers, and doing a shit-ton of cough syrup.
He was
palsied and couldn't even get up. He ordered a double
anchovy pizza and washed it down with a Big Bear 40 o.z. malt liquor.
Between the drugs and shitty food he had major bubble-gut. He ripped ass, and the room was instantly wall-to-wall stank.