You ought to take your own advice.
The peanut butter kind or the original one that slices up the roof of your mouth.
Original, or what ever mystery flavor we had in the 70’s.
It was basically flavored mill slag.
When do the tentacles factor in?
I’m like a little bit artistic, but with a U.
I have work in some of the worlds greatest places of worship, but if you aren’t specific you just sound like Charlie Browns teacher to me.
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That is the only legitimate one. Tasting pain first thing in the morning is what makes you a man.
I mean, boobs and pain kind of describe what lifting is all about.
FTFY, though I tend be more of an
man
No wonder you sound so dumb.
I actually looked because I hate not knowing something. They do not have them on amazon, but I know a guy who can help.
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In high school we robbed the chemistry lab of all of the pyrex glass graduated beakers & test tubes & whatnot, and made a shit ton of bongs of all shapes & sizes. I made one out of a tube you could fill at the fountain, cap off and toke down a bowl between one class & the next. It was an open campus type school that definitely lent itself to that kind of thing.
That sounds cool.
I just needed a sink, knife, an empty gallon jug, and a socket wretch socket.
Gravity bongs were great.
It’s actually kind of boring now that it’s legal. Stoner movies are a thing of the past.
Oh yeah, gravity bongs were brain busters.
I had to run the snack cart to raise money for the journalism class. I ended up there because my English teacher recommended I switch to it, since I’d just finish everything as fast as possible and read in the back (my mom was an English teacher, so I’d already learned it all before.) Which the teacher actually pulled me aside and said “my class is not your own personal dating service!” Oh, but it was.
But back to the point, I’d get stoned driving to school, hit a couple of peacocks over the years, because those fuckers are rampant, then just chow down on the snack cart in the central campus while selling stuff. They must actually have lost money putting me in charge with a pinch hitter and rice crispy treats and chick-filet breakfast biscuits.
Wrong. About 80% of all people diagnosed with cancer survive.
Oh, she was “that” parent.
Yeah, as shitty as “big medicine” can be sometimes, many previously deadly cancers now have a 80+% survival rate, even higher if you consider how many get snuffed out at “stage 0” due to removal of precancerous lesions/masses (e.g., suspicious moles, polyps in colon, lumps in breast)
I’d get all smoked up with these hippy chicks that rode me to school. I don’t, even to this day, know how they knew I got kicked out of my first high school, but there they were at the bus stop my first day.