Welcome to Sour Nightmares; where the hangover Stroll is puffing smoke in your face, your offspring becomes a scooter kid and the romantic flowers are shat into your dreams. One puff of Skunk Lord's gnarly weed gets you from the homie couch into a black hole. Your head goes into the butthole and Snape is on a Plane. Smash that Monday morning alarm clock and sleep some more. I'm over it! We have the Anti Slice!