Oh
Hi there, I’m cowboy actor Wayne Johnson, and I only smoke Scaramell™ brand crackrocks, and like me, they are a kinder, gentler crack rock, with no additives, a smooth, silky flavor and a high that just doesn’t quit. It’s the crackrock made for the rugged individual, made right here in America.
Always keep your cool With Scaramell™ brand crackrocks.
Just be two things, or one thing, or the things. It’s a formula that’s worked literally since the beginning of commercially available music.
Quoted for truth.
Just be two things, or one thing, or the things. It’s a formula that’s worked literally since the beginning of commercially available music.
[/quote]
You mean like the time my dad caught me smoking a cigarette and made me eat a whole carton in front of all my family and friends then tied me up to a tree for a whole night in a thunderstorm?
(The Fuji commercial with the two Aussie guys changed, didn’t? Or am I simply going slightly more insane? Again, not necessarily mutually exclusive.)
Gods, I loathe this dog. I can’t wait until he’s gone. He’s not as bad as a chihuahua, though very few dogs are, but he’s so ill-trained/not-trained that he keeps pissing all over things, especially right after I clean them, and is fucking “spoiled” because he’s “so cute”. If he wasn’t afraid of me or if I wasn’t here, then I hate to think of what other shit he would get away with.
I can’t wait to clean the carpet only for him to fuck that up too.
You’d have to make it so that Krispy Kremes was immune from any lawsuits for this to work, but it would otherwise sadly be quite effective in reality.
Do you think if marijuana were legalized the price would decrease while the quality would decrease? Since companies would theoretically be allowed to put all the nasty shit in cigarettes into weed?
I wanted to work in a reply wherein I wrote “Warptocin.” I failed. Until I didn’t. Then, I was too lazy to check to see if I mispelled his name correctly.
It’s actually very shocking how easy it is to turn a lot of prescription meds into narcotics as well. Like it’s seriously not hard to make pills, I’m just thankfully quite object to the idea, as that’s a very slippery slope, especially if you already know how to do it.
(“Godmaster Crackhead” sounds like an important position.)
Hmmm…I just realized, between the Joplin tornadoes’ anniversary come up a couple weeks ago and mentioning Princess Mononoke earlier this week, I haven’t seen Weeks this year at all.
I am in despair.
It’s cute how you think obese people deserve mercy or kindness.
Gotta love the ability to assemble cheap stuff into some crazy mind-altering destructive concoction and sell it for way more than the component parts to addicts.
This is why I want to smack the shit out of every drug dealer who refers to himself as a “hustler.” Yeah, you sold crack to a crackhead, sure you had to use your hard close on that one. How much was your advertising budget? Fuck outta here.