Ok, my father and I have started breeding weiner dogs. I call them weiner dogs because I hate the politically correct term for them, and others have gotten used to us calling them. Well, I drove up and met him in this random city about 3 hours away for this fair where EVERYONE brought weiner dogs, and there was a race and what not. It was crazy. I cruised 3 blunts to my face on the way there..and was so fucked up and forgot my Rohto. Luckily, I brought the pair of glasses that tint in the sun as you will be able to see. They look gay, but they do the trick. But here's the story. I'm smoking my Kamel Red, and all of a sudden my dad goes, "Dude, you have to get a picture in front of that". I believe this picture will explain it all. It said "Gooch Graphics" But I took our the graphics. Look at how high I am. That's horrible
no sir you're not the only one that finds that funny, in downt town beaverton *snickersnicker* oregon, theres a street named 'Couch', but its pronounced Cooch, yeah, so cooch street, beaverton oregon,,,yeah you get the point