Made a mistake last night and went to a Stoner Rock show. (no wait, theres more)...ran into a gang of stonerhippymetalpunk thugs who have been less than pleased at my attempts to save them from the weedcancer. First they threw hacky sacks at me (but of course they missed cuz potfaces cant throw for shit), but then they ran up and gang tackled/hippiehugged me and poured out their used bongwater on my head. Turns out, their bongwater smelled way better than they did and kinda washed off the stenchy grossness of being touched by dopefiends. Reminded me of a lesson I learned from my dearly departed mother, when she sat me down and said, You can touch and be touched by whomever you want, but never let a pot smoker touch you because they are evil and disgusting. Plus, they are about to die, so you dont want to get too attached to those pathetic pieces of shit Thanks Mom! I will never forget what you taught me.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 16:37:50 +0000
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