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Showing posts with label weed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weed. Show all posts
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Soaring Stoned
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| a whole new kinda mile high club |
Now having piloted a bit myself, I'd never fly a plane high. I would absolutely ride in a plane high, and plan on opening a buisness to provide that experience to the public
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Twas' the Night Before 4/20
‘Twas the night before 4/ 20, when all through society
Not a pothead was stirring, no reason for anxiety;
The kush was all ground, and rolled with such care,
For others may come, and I must be prepared;
The stoners asleep all comfy on the couch,
No cause for alarm, they probably passed out;
And Mary with her kief box, and I with some papers,
Giggling like school children, inhaling THC vapors.
When from not far away there arose sound of bubbles
I stumbled from bed to see what caused the trouble,
Away in the shed I glimpsed smoke-filled light,
As if Cheech and Chong had been toking all night
I put my bong down, as worry turned to dismay
And I wondered if my glazed eyes had led me astray,
When, what to my curious nose should arrive
But, a scent o’ so potent, which words can’t describe,
With a haze through the garden, so skunky and thick
That I heard my nose, pleading, “please, don’t be a trick!”
More fragrant than juicy fruit, its odor did proclaim,
I had to appeal for a hit of that strain;
“Hey toker! And, smoker! And Bill and Ted!
And bumout! And, hippie! And stoner and pothead!
To the beanbag in the den! To the hotbox down the hall!
Let’s toke up! Toke up! Toke up one and all!’
Not a pothead was stirring, no reason for anxiety;
The kush was all ground, and rolled with such care,
For others may come, and I must be prepared;
The stoners asleep all comfy on the couch,
No cause for alarm, they probably passed out;
And Mary with her kief box, and I with some papers,
Giggling like school children, inhaling THC vapors.
When from not far away there arose sound of bubbles
I stumbled from bed to see what caused the trouble,
Away in the shed I glimpsed smoke-filled light,
As if Cheech and Chong had been toking all night
I put my bong down, as worry turned to dismay
And I wondered if my glazed eyes had led me astray,
When, what to my curious nose should arrive
But, a scent o’ so potent, which words can’t describe,
With a haze through the garden, so skunky and thick
That I heard my nose, pleading, “please, don’t be a trick!”
More fragrant than juicy fruit, its odor did proclaim,
I had to appeal for a hit of that strain;
“Hey toker! And, smoker! And Bill and Ted!
And bumout! And, hippie! And stoner and pothead!
To the beanbag in the den! To the hotbox down the hall!
Let’s toke up! Toke up! Toke up one and all!’
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Hello World!
Waits over, original MEME content is here! Say hello to the Spaceman and Mr. Voltron
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| using Poseidon and his Trident |
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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