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"Welcome back to the dark-side", I say to my dad as I walk in on him passing a bowl with my uncle, Bobby.
"Don't smoke pot, son! You'll turn out like me. I don't want to see you like that!"
"Alright, dad, no problem, man."
*lights lighter, hears water from the water bong.*
O_o
I enjoy chasing butterflies, not just any ol' butterflies, but butterflies that will let me catch 'em. Some butterflies they just don't know what's up, I mean, I can give this butterfly a good home, a home where someone loves him/her. Away from the life on the outside, IE: "The Wild", it would not have a care in the world. But see, it doesn't see it like that, all I want is a true friend. I think this butterfly could be my true friend. Why won't he come to me? =( Am I too ugly? I think he's racist, or maybe he really just doesn't like being in the South? Either way, this hurts, I thought we could be good, good friends. Guess not, another one bites the dust. When I finally did catch him though, though his struggle to get away valiant, and went noticed (all of witch I look for in a pet butterfly), I couldn't help myself... I let him go. =(
Know what I fucking HATE? When you're trying to merge onto the interstate, and some dickless faggot in a sports car going 19mph in the slow lane won't move his rich, old, balding-but-my-hair-is-real ass over. Goddamn it, mother fucker, move so I can get about my business. Thanks this rant. Thank you for reading.
I swear to God, if I typed all of this out and you mother fuckers just scrolllllllllllllll right past it (like I do to a lot of your entries :O!), I will kill you all.
This entry has been brought to you by pot, and I would just like to leave you with this bit of information, "I am the proud owner of a penis." Thank you.
"Don't smoke pot, son! You'll turn out like me. I don't want to see you like that!"
"Alright, dad, no problem, man."
*lights lighter, hears water from the water bong.*
O_o
I enjoy chasing butterflies, not just any ol' butterflies, but butterflies that will let me catch 'em. Some butterflies they just don't know what's up, I mean, I can give this butterfly a good home, a home where someone loves him/her. Away from the life on the outside, IE: "The Wild", it would not have a care in the world. But see, it doesn't see it like that, all I want is a true friend. I think this butterfly could be my true friend. Why won't he come to me? =( Am I too ugly? I think he's racist, or maybe he really just doesn't like being in the South? Either way, this hurts, I thought we could be good, good friends. Guess not, another one bites the dust. When I finally did catch him though, though his struggle to get away valiant, and went noticed (all of witch I look for in a pet butterfly), I couldn't help myself... I let him go. =(
Know what I fucking HATE? When you're trying to merge onto the interstate, and some dickless faggot in a sports car going 19mph in the slow lane won't move his rich, old, balding-but-my-hair-is-real ass over. Goddamn it, mother fucker, move so I can get about my business. Thanks this rant. Thank you for reading.
I swear to God, if I typed all of this out and you mother fuckers just scrolllllllllllllll right past it (like I do to a lot of your entries :O!), I will kill you all.
This entry has been brought to you by pot, and I would just like to leave you with this bit of information, "I am the proud owner of a penis." Thank you.