-random stupid hippie rant about drugs and flowers and how they are so alike..or something like that..no one realyl knows what i was talking about except phil because i said it all in french- hey..who knew i knew french? not me... hmm..
Mom, are those hash brownies? I baked a few the other day and brought them over... oh and ... I forgot what I wanted to say. Cooloner... good on ya
Mom: BOYS!!!! Behave, or I'll ground you, like your brother jester. Jester: Mom, shit, this is fucking OPPRESSION I CAN STATE MY DAMN OPINON IN THIS HOUSE, Don't be a facist mom. Mom gets the Hemp soap. We don't call Mom a facist.
Oh, thanks mom, but this is from my private stash of hashy pre rolled spiffies I keep in case of emergency.
Mom: really honey, you should pull your hair back, so everyone can see your pretty face. And that nag smells just lovely.......Where are my damn brownies? JESTER?!?!?!?!?
Just take some money from Stoner Son's stash honey, It's under the sink, random girl. I shoulda been more careful with those brownies, all the little hippies are getting sleepy. Nighty Night Kiddies. (Goes and looks for dad and those cinnamin condoms......)