Thats Right Folks!! Another Rant!!

[namron_420s]

man o man, where to start..well, i feel like this is a forced rant..oh shit, i like typing, typing is a repetitive motion repetitive motions are fun while high..not forced any more, my hands have taken over and i am crerocding everythought, i cannot hit the backsmace puttion, my hands have totally taken hover, i can do nothing, whatever hought comes in, my hands put down, fire is neat, i just smoked a j and set off some bottle rockets..yeah, its 12 30...and my parents are in bed, but so what...if they wake up, i was just setting off bottle rockets and smoking a cig...they know i smoke cigs..speakin of which i want one now, ive already had a dr pepper, now i want a cig..ok..gotta find them..gotta quit typing to find them..ok..breaking from keyboard..i dont know why i said all that, theya re on the compuer tesk fight nin front of me..lemme at elaast light it...OH MY GOD, trhat was the most fluid thing i have ever done in my entire life!!..i just let off the keybard grabbed a cig, flicked open the zippo, lit it..put the cig up to it, litt it inhaled and exhaled, and it all ran together so perfectly and fluidly..wow..the moon is quite full.AND THE FUCKING CIGARREETTE WASNT FUCKING LIT..THE ONE GREATEST THING IN MY LIFE IS NOW OVERSHADOWED BY INTENSE HIGH FUCK UPEDNESS!!..weed is my drug of choice because i cant drink...every single time i have ever been drunk i have thrown my guts up..EVERY SINGLE TIME...i have NEVER EVER THROWN UP FROM BEING STONED...not once, not ever...but one time i did throw up while i was high..that sucked..i ate a whole bag of popcorn and then walked 3 miles in 90 degree weather in humid mosquito infested south arkansas..yeah, down here we got big ol skeeters, water moccasins*sp?*, deer, raccoons, possums, turkeys, fucking everything.."the natural state"..hell yeah, i love arkansas...i live out in the middle of BFE so thats cool..nearest neighbors are half a mile away, ..thats cool though cuz the only people i have to worry aboiut cathing me are my folks..wow..i just noticed how if i wasnt all that worried about them catching me i wiould havent went outside to smoke and probably wouldnt have written this big long shittty ass rant with no humor on going outside and getting high, cuz then i proll;y would have stayed IM A BADGER FUCKER!!..I FUCK BADGERS..ALL DAY LONG..SURE I GROW HUNGRY, BUT I KEEP FUCKING BADGERS inside andFUCKING HELL I JUST DROPPED ASHES ALL OVER MY FUCKING BEAR CHEST..fucking hell ass shit fucking mother fucking blue junipers growing in sallies orange garden hole surrounded by small evergreen shrubs laced with trickles of morning dew collected on spider webs reflecting the sunlight thrown forth by the great massive star at the center of our solar system , to think that all we are is the third rotating sphere from the star in the middle of millions of millions of millions orange monkeys is some crazy shit to realize people..im telling you all this because i have cigarette smoke going directly up my nose everytime i breath and it takes a small ..i havent taken a hit off of this cig yet..and i just did..and it was fucking filter..i hate smoking filter..what if purple crocodiles came out of your nose..how would that feel..i bet that shit would hurt, but not more than getting tickled while you have to pee, but your eating a turkey sandwich and sneeze and a small piece of vinegar coveres salad come flying through the sensitive mucous membrane covered nasal passages surrounded my mediorites elusively crowding in on the fight as josh pummels fernado while in his head he trudges forth searching for the great hidden weed field of whatchamamahoohooville...my fly was down...brain freeze..no, im not eating ice cream, but my head stopped working for a second..ok..maybe not my best rant..but..by far the most acurate detailed look at the thoughts that go through my head during every high...its now 12 39 AND I DIDNT FUCKING WRITE DOWN THE TIME I STARTED AT..SON OF A FUCKING BITCH...fuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk..HANK DAMNIT THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU MONEY GRUBBING BASTARD...LICK MY BIG TOE..TWICE...you cow humper...HANK YOUR GOIN DOWN ON A CAMEL IN SIBERIA.....haha..made me think of the camel joke...

this soldier is in afghanistan..and hes in the camp and kinda thinking about how his misses the chics back home..gettin kinda lonely and whatnot..so he goes up to his commanding officer and bashfully approaches and goes about asking the commander what guys did around there for a lil "fun"...the commanding officer tells him that there is a camel tied up to the broke down tank at the end of the row of tents and huts and whatnot..and that the soldier can use it if he needs to...well the soldier is kinda thrown off by this and says welll, thats a lil wierd and he'll have to think about it ...so the soldier is layin in his cot that night.and all is quiet and hes thinkin some more about his girl back home and how its been a while since hes gotten any...so he decides to use the camel, and tip toes out of the tent and down the old broke down tank..sneaks up behind the camel and starts TEARIN IT UP..i mean he is fucking this camel like crazy, the veins are standing out on this guys neck..he is WEARIN IT DOWN...much like the ice cream man..but anyway..he is fucking this camel like theres no tomorrow, well between him grunting and the camel grunting and mooing the commander decides to come and check on all the commotion..as he rounds the corner he sees this soldier fucking the hell out of the camel..and starts laughing his ass off and says soldier!!...SOLDIER!!..as the soldier turns around the commander chuckles and says damnit son, no, your supposed to ride the damn thing to the whore house in town!


HAHAHHAHAHAHAA....FUUUUUUCCCCCKK IIIIIMMMMMMMMMM HIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHHH AS A MOOOOOOOTHER FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKERRRRRR!!!!!!....HAHAHA..THE GOURDS~GIN AND JUICE..HAHAHF COUNTRY VERSION HAHA..MOTHER FUCKING FUNNY AS HELL.....HAHAHAHAHHA....MUNCHIES..POSTING HERE, BE BACK LATER TO SURF THE CITY..LATER!!

[NuBBiN]

I splore what your spleening my fiend!..if the greatness of the bakedness weren't such a fakeness, that is likely described as a fishing man or woman hand on tomb and touching the womb of the crunchy tigers abroad like they saw god in a giant pea pod with a nod of their head they need their bed of thoughts and hay like grits and clay and meds of threads with thy heads of colors blue and red with the may of april and fall of summer and rise of rome all at fort sumter in one week of a hot pornstar with corn starch all over her porshe car...by far the mar mar at wong woos chinese bar is much harder than having to barter with a martyr named chris farley who will never be quite what he used to be because hes a skeletal bee of ashes and graves of bartenders and slaves not blacks or blues or japanese world war twos of the movies and blues of the greed and steed like a mapleberry weed, speaking of the need I toke up with speed wanting to heed that last bleed in myy heart for something like a need I tried ot take shots of vodka knowing I wasn't getting far but knowing that if I switched to labbat blue everything would be coo...I drink a 40, it was delitious..no it was the drug which made me stop rhyming and the drink loosened my heart's tie and tye dye I like my eyes to pry like the gods of the sky who watch us on our high and makes us uunderstand hes the guuywho will keep us in line for some time its fine to rhyme with a line and a line but not in a lime or lima bean will you find me mean or interesting in the thing which is clean yet me all me with thee in a tree, you and me will party with pee wee and then be in a rake with a wakeness of this bakedness with not such a fakeness or the greatness of dejavu in you I leave you now to think about the rhyme I tell to ponder in hell...with sploring of the spleening what my fiend namron was meaning....in time will it come, the true meaning...

[namron_420s]

is it just me..or is the combination of these two rants much like that of the mating jackalope on the ides of march?

[ReformMaryJaneLaws]

Originally posted by namron_420s
is it just me..or is the combination of these two rants much like that of the mating jackalope on the ides of march?

It isn't just you!

That combination of rants was indeed much like that of the mating jackalope on the ides of march.

[Big Poppa Puff]

Your from Arkansas? Hell I didn't think they had electricity there yet, much less the internet.

[namron_420s]

no no no, BPP we gotta pump that shit in from texas...hell...even the sunlight is a bit dim after we get it here..

[Paul Jamtgaard]

namron & NuBBiN


You guys been chewing Morn Seeds by any chance?
Arkansas?........ You wouldn't happen to know Bud and Duke,
Used to know their daddy back in the 60's, he had a sour mash setup that put out some fair samples of 180 proof which were sampled in a fair sized area. Had this crop of weeds he used to break up (seeds and all) and use for liniment, said it cured everything from a broken leg to snake bite. I tried drinkin some and it made my vision a little cloudy. Anyway last I heard the boys had decided to cultivate the weeds and use em for Medical Purposes, strickly personal of course cause of the snakes. Scuse the ramblings of an old man but I've heard the Camel Story before only it was in Mexico and it was a donkey, still funny though.
Crap lost what I was thinking about.


Paul J Jamtgaard

[NuBBiN]

I SMELL A HANSON BROTHERS REUNION!!!!!!!!!

[namron_420s]

whaaaat?!......dude...what have i told you about smokin without me hank!!
....
nope, cant say that i now bud and duke...but thats a right fine story you told there..and i happen to not be a big fan of snakes maself..

[Skreebly]

jeez
reading your rant while high has warped my fragile little mind
keep up the good work

[overgrowray]

damn i need to stop reading this shit when i'm not high

[Paul Jamtgaard]

namron& NuBBiN

Hanson brothers? Seems familiar, back in "81" I'm draped
over the bar at The Blue Light Tavern suckin on a Budwieser
when these three guys come in suffering from Long Trip Road
Staggers and badly in need of a bit of Kooool refreshment,
after they gets settled with a with a cool Bud and and
a paper rolled Medicinal Herb we gets to jawing, seems two
of these guys are brothers given the names out of Flyin
and Windy (made me wonder cause this guy would hardly utter over two words in a row). Flyin starts tellin me this tale
as to how he and his other two Brothers had been to a little
gathering in Sturgis SD and had wound up in Des Moines Iowa and had to spend some time gathering their wits, figuring out where they were and how to get the hell out of there. Flyin went on to say that one brother by the name of Long Arm decided to go visit a friend in Canada, Windy was goin to Atlanta, the other brother by the name of Just Roy was
going to see what was up in Austin and he (Flyin was going
to Orting Washington). Anyway like most plans some things
go awry And Flyins troubles just begun with a series of
mishaps that whittled away his pocketbook makin him think
he was goin to have to give up his third beer on his
reststops and maybe even skip a couple of sightseein loops.
Well seems he got just west of Twin Falls Idaho when he gets
wind of of DEA lookout up ahead, so he hung a left and headed towards Salt Lake City where he wound up at The Office and proceeded to tell the Bartender his tale of woe, wherupon the Bartender made a couple of calls, took his package, gave him half his delivery fees and lined him up with a package to Albuqurque. Well seems the trip went without incident takin the route via Moab, Cortez and then South and East till he made it to The Little Place Beside The Road. Said first thing he saw whe walked in was Windy sittin at the bar. Well after some arrangements had been made he (Flyin) and Windy headed for Phoenix and made it to The Blue Light without much incidence (said they stuck to hard ridin cause of the flags posted aroundin various places about the DEA lookouts around cause of the recent rally at Sturgis). Flyin turned to Windy who had been sittin there suckin on his Budwieser and inhaling his Medicinal Herb (from time to time there was the strangest oder comin from around Windys direction and I figured I'd have to fix the plumbing again) and asked if he wanted to tell him howcome he didn't make
it to Atlanta And Windy says "nope". Flyin says to me "Crap, I
gotta make some calls.". So I told Deacon (the Bartender) to give him the keys to the box and he wandered off. So I turned to Windy and said "So you got two other brothers?" and Windy says "yep". So I turned to the other the other guy whos name was Little Doobie and jawed with him awhile and found him to be a bit strange (Deacon did a little checkin and put a yellow pin to hang his picture with two pinholes at the bottom right corner, Deacon alsohung Flyin And Windys pictures but he used green pins on them,laughin all the time he was hangin them, I asked him what was funny
and he says "Paul, All things will be revealed to you someday.", damn Deacon was always an obscure type fellow). Well everybody partied for a few days and I handed out Bags of Medicinal seeds and they all went their ways. Come to think of it thats about thetime my Lady Plant got ripped up (Biggest seed yield I ever seen,but I ain't seen everything yet.).


Paul J Jamtgaard

[phunkyphil]

good god..

[namron_420s]

ahh..weed does a body good...

[phunkyphil]

..sure does


*starts reading rant again