cowboy in tripp pants slowly breakdancing

you can blow smoke rings? pretty cool bro but check this out (takes a long drag)(blows a vagina made of smoke)(blows a perfectly formed smoke dick which glides through the air and collides with it)(the smoke coalesces into a smoke baby)(the baby flies through the air and grabs a knife)(as you fight the smoke baby i scream “DID YOU THINK YOU COULD FUCK WITH THE SMOKE WIZARD AND GET AWAY? DID YOU THINK THERE WOULD BE NO RAMIFICATIONS?”)

Do you think Homer Simpson could smoke weed? I imagine him often, lighting a blunt or a joint (delivery system for marijuana smoke). He lights it with a basic plastic lighter. He takes the first puff. His eyes widen. He is surprised at the potency of the smoke, but he enjoys it. He enjoys the taste. At first, the burnt aroma is off-putting, but he soon learns to appreciate the aromatic, herbal notes present in the weed smoke. He luxuriates in the smoke. It surrounds him like a comforting blanket. As he takes his second hit, he marvels at the intricate network of woven “hairs. on the surface of the marijuana bud. It reminds him of a tapestry he once saw at the town museum. He is getting higher and higher with every hit. He’s never felt this way before. He experiments with smoke rings, exhaling through his nose. He feels that his mind is awakened. He is in a dreamlike state. He feels comfortable. His muscles relax. He is surprised when he notices how thirsty he is. He has never smoked marijuana before and he thought the thirst inducing properties of marijuana were purely fictional. He drinks a glass of unsweetened iced tea. Marge has been encouraging him to drink unsweetened tea instead of beer or soda to help him control his weight. In the past he drank the tea with reluctance and without enjoyment. But now that he is high he notes the complex flavor of the tea. It is smoky, bitter, tannic. He enjoys it. He is amazed that something as simple as iced tea is bringing him so much happiness. He picks up a chunk of marijuana from the kitchen table. “I could get used to this,” he thinks. “I’ve never felt this way. All of my senses are heightened. I feel serene, yet alert. I never want to stop being high. I want to be like this forever. I’ve fallen in love with marijuana and I never want to stop smoking.”

I love posting and reblogging god damn it is a good time

Are clowns patriotic

are you?

I’m asking the questions here. Would a clown die for its country

everyone who has ever died for their country was a clown

im on caffeine and medical grade weed plants. Ill face a silverback gorilla and a fully grown male tiger in the middle of a field right now mate.  Geographic scan. complete. terrain mapping. Complete. perfect gps spacial awareness of their fangs and danger areas. 2 enemys. confirmed. time slows down and im creating illusions these beasts have never been able to comprehend. they arent attacking me because im not allowing their emotional state to reach the point where i am a threat.  the tiger and gorilla start fighting. im back flipping over them back and forth as they start to fatigue. i ride the tiger into the jungle, dissapear and disengage completely. now its me and the field gorilla. Hes tired. Im tired. Hes ugly. Im ugly. Hes smart... Im smart. I understand him. We become one. We cannot fight with ourselves. We fight to defend our selves. i teach him english...hes my son.

paladins are the absolute best dnd class and any of u can fight me on that

ah yes, the best class ever, a youth pastor who is also a cop