Shotgun

As most of you know I smoke alot of pot. I love it. I would marry a joint if I could, seriously, I would. The Declaration of Independence was signed on paper made of hemp and I give our forefathers homage through my use of hemp and rolling papers.

My drug dealers just received a shipment of Grade A, Sri Lanka Fruity Funk Funk. Pot-With a name like that it's gotta be good. Ha, take that Smuckers.


Pot has so many positive side effects, and main effects that I can't believe some people have never been high.
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If I ever meet someone that has never been high I will never be their friend. I understand not getting lit as an adult, but in high school or college, jeesh, what else is there to do.
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I am stoned right now.
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One of pot's glorious side effects is that it helps with the ladies. For some reason every time I smoke with a girl she wants to shotgun a joint, or shotgun a hit, which always leads to at least a little bit of make out mania for me.
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I just realized that this post is making no sense. Frick.
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I have re-read this thing 2 dozen times because I keep forgetting what the hell I am doing.
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I have to go eat my pop tarts.

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and my cheetohs.
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and my sour patch kids.
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and the 3 day old pizza in my fridge.
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and drink the rest of my Faygo blackberry blast.

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