this is in no way a way to mock the great philosophers of the ancient and modern eras, rather it is a way to simply entertain. heres mine: I toke therefor i am... a stoner
Our feeblest contemplations of the herb stir us— there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching chill mode.
To Blaze or not to Blaze that is the.....wait what? Ah ha! She tokes! Ill steal a smoke and Fly across into the wendy's....Smoke Spear Et Tu Blunte?
To Be, or not To Be, That is the question. uhmm shit sorry i forgot the answer, weeds one hell of a drug.
weed isnt a drug sir, it is a plant that just happens to give healing and entertainment effects when it goes through a long drought, dies and dries out and just happens to burn.
How doth the little stoner Improve his growing bud, And pour the waters of the Nile On every hungry root! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly rolled his spliffs, And welcomes in a little buzz With gently smiling jaws From Alice in Wonderland How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in With gently smiling jaws!
