Paradox - Pumpkin Sheepshanks

The Eurythmics played out through the clubs 40,000 watt soundsystem. Sam turned round to look up to DJ booth and gave a sneer in the dj's direction.
"It's like its the fucking eighties again" Jordan said, picking up on sams unimpressed vibe.
"This is rubbish, lets go get smashed in the toilet" Sam pretty much mouthed, so lazy to even amplify his voice to an audible level. It looked like he was singing to the song being played, such was the syncronicity of his lips to the sounds, but for the little thumb point towards the bog's that clarified the communication. 
"Freshen up, Smell Good For the Ladies" the african perfume vendor announced each word as a new sentance more important than the last. The pair wandered around the toilet to the cubicles hidden from eyes, Pulling out a plastic bag each they emptied some of the contents of each one onto the plastic toilet seat, mixing the contents together. 
"It's like an oxymoron of chemicals really, Md and k." whispered Jordan to his compadre.
"Do you get the feeling were waisting our time with all these drugs?" Sam pondered aloud not really seeking an answer.
" Well, the more you do it the less you enjoy it, but when you enjoy somehting you want to do it more often, it's a bit of a paradox." Jordan perked up on the cusp of narcotic inhalation. 
"Thats not a paradox" Sam injected into the conversation "A paradox is a statement that contradicts itself"
"Whats the difference between what I said and what you said" Jordan asked in genuine intrigue.
"Words and meaning" Sam replied.
"Your a prick" Jordan snapped, "we come out to have a good time, but your a miserable bastard. you say the only reason you come out is to hook up but you never speak to anyone, you just spend all your time hoovering up drugs that you spend all your wages from a job you hate that you say your only there to save up money and travel but, thinking about it, your whole life is a paradox"
"I know, thats why im so miserable" sam said, smiling.
"What are you smiling at?"
"It feels good to be understood, you just pretty much summed up my life, thankyou"
Not knowing what to say and feeling a bit uneasy, Jordan finished mixing the chemicals together and seperated them into two neat rows. Sam rolled up a fiver and lowered his head into the same area of space many mans balls have been before. a small Phthirus pubis began running along the note. spurred on by the strange white snow that landed on it, it was halfway up the note when it was sucked towards the black hole infront of it, before being exploded back out down the note and into the snow it had came from at a force of a hundred and fifty miles an hour. 
"Well, done dickhead" Jordan said in a montone to hide how much he cared his drugs just got blown away.
"I couldn't help sneezing. Maybe its a good thing, the universe telling us not to do drugs" Sam offered as an antidote to the waste he just caused.
"Maybe its incidents like this thats fuelling the drug market. Think how much more demand for powders there would be if it were all lightly laced with white pepper"
"Freshen up" The african advised.