Dropped some LSD and got all chillax in the sofa with a bag of easter eggs and The Rite.avi. No hit. Nothin. Nada. Nill. Figured it was cardboard, so sacked up railed $700 worth of coke and started to bounce right off. Sat there all numb in the face entranced over this cute girl that somehow appeared on my Laptop. I puzzled for a few moments what happened to Anthony Hopkins and his amateur side-kick. All I could see was Cracky, and how enticing she looked in red. Then I realized it actually was Cracky, and she was breaking the fourth wall with a snide, disapproving scowl. I think I tried talking to her at this point, but my tongue was numb from rubbing the coke and felt like a rubber chicken. I mumbled for an indeterminable length of time before realizing she wasn't looking at me, she couldn't hear me, and it was only a thread on Crackyhouse. One thread became 10, soon I had flicked threw a few hundred pages of content in what seemed like an eternity. I tear my eyes away and realize the walls are changing colour and the oak floor was reflecting outer space. At this point I realized why she would never think about me again. I am inconsequential. A few moments pass, and I glance back to realize that instead of my goddess, I had been looking at Oops! Google Chrome could not connect to www.crackyhouse.com the entire time.