well..shit..at least the timing was perfect..i went pissed, found some chocolate donuts, and mlk..and satdown andgot the notification that you replied.....but i was thinkin of a story or rant..
(please hum the following post to the theme from "the bradie bunch") once there was this pot head he was bringing up sove very lovely plants then one day he lost his marbles and now hes all alone till the one day when this pot head met a dealer who said that he would sell him some smoke now this shit should some how form a story but i am too fucked up!
Moogatu Saves The Day (pArT 1) (( The scene begins outside of a two story house. The beautiful white front door opens up and out comes a stubby Danny Devito type of man. He was a very ugly man, a short man.Dont get me wrong, he was a sweet and loving guy, there was just something about him that made him look ugly...But this didnt bother Morticus, so its all good. Morticus is 23 years old, about 5'5 feet tall, and kinda chubby. His favorite song was the original Red Red Wine by Bob Marley. Morticus smoked weed but was very personal about it and hid his habit from everyone. Well as we proceed to the fact that Morticus wass always being kind to people. A little too kind. One day he was at Dunkin Donut Store. He confronted a man, and all hell broke loose.)) Morticus: Heyyyy! How the hell are ya?! (Morticus gives the man a playful slap on the shoulder) Man: Excuse me, do I know you? (Morty replied with a short dumb answer) Morticus: No....just tryin to be friendly stranger ( The mans face glares with redness and sweat as steam begins pouring from his ears. He suddenly grows 40 feet tall and breaks through the roof of the donut plaza. The man turns green (like incredible hulk) and lets out a loud roar. All of a sudden, our good friend Moogatu (West African Midget) runs towards the giant and bites his toe, causing him to fall to his death. The day is saved by Moogatu and the city lives in peace. Moogatu was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize and Morticus was hit by a bus three days after. The End)
a rant, yes indeed. more cheeba must first be smoked! ~~ <--- smoke ~~~~ {////////////@ ^^^ cheeba toke! toke... *COUGH* toke! *hand-bong* TokeTokeTokeTokeTokeTokeTokeTokeTokeToke *cashes entire joint.. *....smoke rings *.................holding breath ahem, what have wee here? shall it be the product of some unholy mastery or something far soapier? i mean, just because some kind of prince decides to grow a patch of bud, why must we steal? why will the prince not share the ganja with us? perhaps the magic toad knows. that fucker is always blazing and shit, crazy ass tripped out toad. wait a minute! what has happened to my pants.. this monkey is weraring my pants. naughty monkey! why do you steal my pants? maybe youre like in some secret task force or something that needs to steal these pants to save the galaxy from aliens. or MAYBE, ive just attended one too many scooby doo gang/ harlem globe trotters rap battles.. those things are sick.. those weasels owe me money though, which is unfortunate. i will have to construct a giant can opener, to open the giant can of whoop-ass i will unleash upon those bastards. laser cannons may also work, in which case the construction of giant can openers is in fact unneccasary. or not.. i could like fuck shit up with a couple can openers of doom. yes.
ok the way i see it, i have to analyze things in three stages righ tnow.... 1) EXACTLY WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR 2)HOLY SHIT!! MY ASS IS AN AVATAR SEEN BY MANY!! 3) I DONT REMEMBER
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Gotta trip out to some Cocaine by Jimmi Hendrix, most intense sone ever. SMOOCK SMACK PACK FACK LACK CRACK DONT DO CRACK OR YOU WILL BECOME DYSLEXIC AND DIE OF LEUKEMIA \ BECAUSE I WILL GIVE YOU LEUKEMIA IN THE JIZZZUM BELLY BUTTON TOASTER OVEN SMASHY POTATOES GRVAY MAN FUCK TRIPPPPPPPPP shooooooooooooooo