I got five on it

[Grapes]

UNCANNY

[Grapes]

Seriously, that's past uncanny and into creepsville

[elliot]

From the wikipedia: "His father, an educated man having liberal ideas, enjoyed a certain degree of prestige about town. In addition to being a farmer and surveyor, he also occupied such sought-after positions as mayor, justice of the peace, militia lieutenant and school board member."

omg dave i think this uncanny situation just got uncannyier! youre wilfried
laurier's dad from the 21st centuary and you will soon be transported back in time to sire him! beware any temporal paradox you should encounter!

[Grapes]

educated man having liberal ideas

surveyor

enjoyed a certain degree of prestige about town

Holy shit Elliot you're right.

It's ok.. everything will be fine as long as I remember the Prime Directive when I go back in time.

What the fuck was the Prime Directive again?

uh oh

[Grapes]

Little did I know, when I wrote the subject of this thread, to what degree I actually "had five on it".

[scue]

Originally Posted by rawb

ITS LIKE IF SPOCK FUCKED RINGO

what would that solve?

[Grapes]

It's not about "solving" anything, it's about beautiful big nosed man love.

[-evil-duerr-]

Originally Posted by lildonkey

Can someone point me to where the funny in this thread is located?

YOUR FACE

[Grapes]

Man don't quote that guy, I've got him on ignore for a reason.

[Carrie]

the fiver is definately better in person.

[Tea]

And here i thought this thread was going to be about weed smoking

[Ista]

Originally Posted by Grapes

UNCANNY

Thats what Im sayin!!
Fuck imagine if our money had star wars characters on them..,, : /

[FeelGood]

Originally Posted by Tea

And here i thought this thread was going to be about weed smoking

same here. meh ill sing out loud anyways

I got five on it,
grab your 40,
let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin' wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sac

I take sacks to the face,
whenever I can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
'till the joint be burnin' my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa
to burn slo,
so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bra
hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
wassup,
don't make me sip that,
better pass the
JOINT!
stop hittin' cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie,
an guzzel it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me

[Ista]

^ I was waiting for that....