>hey dude, hit this blunt and write a Petrarchan sonnet
what do you write?
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>hey dude, hit this blunt and write a Petrarchan sonnet. what do you write?
>hey dude, hit this blunt and write a Petrarchan sonnet
what do you write?
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Frick off, loser prostitute, and get out of my house.
yikes
Calm down she's joking
Women aren't capable of joking, it requires interiority and multi-layered consciousness
>Women aren't capable of joking, it requires interiority and multi-layered consciousness
No, you mean millennials. Every time someone jokes, millennials insist it's degenerate or problematic. Millennials are honestly not even people at this point. Just mindless npcs stuck in their adolescence. It's why you call everyone else scrotes and roasties. Struggling so much to adult, you still believe in cooties.
Women are millennials. The millennial generation is nothing but the generational manifestation of womanhood.
lol
>Women are millennials. The millennial generation is nothing but the generational manifestation of womanhood.
You're trying way too hard, anon.
i lold
oh my gawd thats so based
based
I put out the "blunt" and hit her instead
HOLY FRICKING BASED
nothing, i'd just turn 360 degrees and walk away
based moron. if you turned 360 degrees you'd just be going in a circle
newbie
Ya well what if he did it again dumbass
Kys newbie
Lurk moar
you are throwing your life and soul away for this garbage vice, let me read you my favorite passages from the holy bible instead
well, last time I got high I realized we see like robots see (ie picrel), but our brains automatically filter everything extraneous out so we can actually comprehend the world around us, so I'd probably just talk about that for an hour, and then talk about how fricking amazing ferrero küsschen and sierra gold taste together, holy fricking shit, have you tried this?
No thanks, I only smoke datura.
sauce on pic pls
Her coochie smells you just know.
My man knows. I don't smoke weed unless it's laced with either pcp or cocaine. Straight up weed is middle school shit.
prostitute of this house, i deign thy lips the touch,
your putrid mouth corrupts the pleasing kush,
gone is the aromatic scent of bush,
remains but the harsh fragrance of a bawd,
bring me a tribal beauty from the hut,
knotted in braids or tresses flowing loose,
diaphanous the cloth a muslin blue,
amorous! asia! Afric! i am thrust
past the inferior formed lust of mutts!
i shall not nutt the bust built less robust!
disgusting creature of e-fame discussed,
you are not “bussin” neither shall I gush,
your but the lust of men whose crush has stuck,
plus smut that’s rust their subtle senses up.
Then I punch her and kick her out.
No. Now suck my wiener, stupid b***h.
Not time nor want have I for thee, wretch'd prostitute!
Mine pride 'tis withered by such mangy metis.
Beg I, do fast thy shanks and c**t acetous,
Rescind thy teets thou dragst upon the floor.
Thy wooings art but waste, thy goods long wore,
Appealing neither sight nor rancor fetish.
Hark, sooner would I toke of Satan's Lettuce,
Than stoop amidst the mire at thy back door!
Now dawn thyself as would a proper lady,
Or closest as scant rags as these allow,
And take unto the street thy form did last affront.
To avenue and alley, dark and shady,
Where once thou roamed as a meand'rng cow.
O, and why dost thou not leave to me the blunt?
>rip the blunt and smirk cause im bout to slap this b***h with my mind
I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say
I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A
'Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me
You know I spell girl with a B
A brother like me is only out for one thing
I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no
Flowers to your doorstep, when we goin' out
'Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt
And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing
You want lobster, huh? I'm thinking Burger King
And when I take you, you get frustrated
You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it
But you see, I don't go nuts
Over girls like you with the big ol' butts
Weed is for Black folk
Bugmen like our friend here will never know the pleasure of burning a jibba in the barn with your cousins after a day of haying. Or passing a joint with the Jamaican apple pickers at the edge of the river as the sun sets
you can have pleasure in both situations without smoking
I mean I have nothing against weed, if it works for people then let them do it, but for me personally it's bad, I feel worse
why do u think so
gib smelly stoner gf
>i zone out too much to write a poem but thanks for the smoke let's kiss
why are these blunts so brownish? they almost look like cigars. all the joints I've seen were white
Blunt != joint moron
because its not the same thing...
Tobacco leaves are brown. Paper is white.
Something about armpits
I ain't writing shit, I'm taking off her panties and eating her sweaty pussy
>woman saying "dude"
>the herb of unemployment
Get out.
>what do you write?