How would you rather spend eternity: listening to Doors fans sob over the alcoholic loser you got buried next to or continually pushing a rock up a hill only to have it roll back down at the top EVERY FUCKING TIME. We’ll take the boulder.Comments/Enlarge |
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Finding a hippie girl who keeps her bush in check and whose farts smell like jasmine sounds like a dream come true, but you've got no idea what a pain it is trying to get her out of the house.Comments/Enlarge |
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ONE HIT Before the war my brother and I would smoke weed at the public pool. We never got caught because the authorities had no idea what weed is. They don’t recognise the smell. You could hand it to them and they’d have no idea. You get the death penalty for doing drugs. This has always been the case.
