It's 4:20...

weed's soooooooooooooooooooooooooo weak


Now Angel Dust, that shit'll make you fly around the room =D

This is what we need, a fugly ass homosexual trying to be cool.

oh come off it dude, I'm just joshing around

I've been doing the drug thing around my friends for a long time.

Don't lie about having friends.

OH SNAP, that was a burn.

Anyway, my stoner friend called me exactley at 4:20 and invited me to go roady with him but I am stuck here doing homework. AYAYAYAYAYAYAY!

Thats right kids. Don't do drugs.

I'd like you to meet my friend bob
Say hi Bob
"Hi Bob"
Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
And wait in the parkin lot for waitresses off the clock
When it's late and the lot gets dark
And fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woord and go straight for the chopping block
And even if they escaped and got the cops
The ladys would all be so afraid they'd drop the charge
'Till one night Miss Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it off
But bob wouldn't knock it off 'cuz he's crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn't even take him to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs and chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lakes for the cops to find her
But ever since that day Stacey went off to wander
They never found her
And Bob still hans at the waffle diner
And that's the story of Bob and his Marijuana
And what it might do to you
So see if the squrrels 'cause it's bad for you

:smacks james:

I have friends...in my mind