Why...Hello There

hello flower childern, come dance in the glow of the moon, see it...feel it.

 

Err hi

*backs away slowly*

 

*grabs sage's shirt tail and trots along with her*

I'm not a flower child. I'm just cynical, sarcastic, perverted and out of my mind.
just like the rest of us.

 

We're all dorks, here.

 

yeah that pretty much sums it up

 

ahhah even the title scares me. it's so mister rogers creepy.
"why...hello there children.. may i molest you now?"

ahha i seriously hope this thread is a joke. a set up.

 

*follows meg*

 

um hello

 

Hi.

 

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA


GROOVIN!!!!! groovin1!!!!!! one good thing about music, when it hits you feel okay..

AHAmamaahhahababahahwhwhha. DLDDLfj

 

fuck george.

get off the weed.

 

What meg... I do not smoke the weeds.

 

you smokey the weed in de showah.

 

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. No I did not!!!!

 

i know you like smoking weed with soggy papers. don't lie

 

I don't smoke papers.


I did not.

 

maybe i should tho

 

If the sky wasn't blue do you think we would still eat chocolate?

 

george smokes weed day and night. he talks about it constantly. and now i want some and my fucking father keeps his in his bedroom late at night and I didn't have any last night when I wanted some so I had to abstain from using it and that my friends, SUCKED MAJOR ASS.

 

Jeez meg, bowls... they're better. papers get wet and it's bad for you. Bowls and Aluminum are the way to go.