To be radical
August 18, 2013 § Leave a comment
When her lighter doesn’t light when she’s trying to smoke a bowl that means God, doesn’t want her to smoke right then. Sometimes it’s cool she smoke. I’m talking, pot. She smokes the cancerous kind too but right now it’s a bowl of ditch weed half burnt. It’s what any mainstream, born again Christian, would call, the devils work. Actually, even the crack heads call it that. Even the crack heads believe, every drug slid beneath the table, is wrong. Not because it’s under the table-only the illuminati-cough-I mean the elite-er, uh, I mean, the people who run this bitch, only they give a shit when you get your drugs under the table. The crack head doesn’t care. Everything comes under for him. But even he believes your pot, your coke, all your smack, your pills, all of it is evil. All of it sends you to hell.