T.S.
Jesus, how much did you smoke?
Jay
All it took was a phat, chronic blunt. These guys were lightweights.
T.S.
How much do I owe you?
Jay
My treat. As long as you promise that the next time you pop your old lady, you make her call you "Jay." Snootchie Bootchies.
T.S.
Let's hope there is a next time.
