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the truth.

Submitted:Nov 11, 2011    Reads: 26    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Stoners live and stoners die.

But in the end we all get high.

So fuck all you preps that think your cool.

And go to hell.

Cause stoners rule!!



Rock n' Roll



Birth Control

Life's a bitch until you die

So fuck this world let's get high.

Dwight hid his pot in a boat.
That old boat didn't quite float.
It sunk to the bottom of the sea,
and Dwight lost his big bag of weed

Mary had a little joint

She lit it with her lighter.

She took a toke

It made her choke

So she passed it to the spider.


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