Stoned Festivus For The Rest of Us

when Brexit happens I wonder if I will need a passport for uk?...I believe between uk and Canada no passport is needed...just identification

 

Nope... try Manchester or liverpool ..but still no lol

You all should try these.. they are good..

https://sweetleaf.com/stevia-recipes/paleo-sweetleaf-brownies/

 

Like everything.. lies, you still need a passport, it's the only I'd they accept lol..

 

But a nice one.. rolling has always been my sugar daddy

 

You got to look at this, this is funny..

 

Stockholm syndrome

 

Hahahahahaha hahaha yeah,

 

wheres @Orison ?....I am trying to bleed the fuel line to the furnace and 15 minutes so far and still just a drip?/...I have a full tank....any help?..could it be the bit of diesel in the bottom was/is too cold?

 

He stepped in from the cold Canadian air and removed his gloves, rubbing his hands together.
"How are you, my pretties?" He whispered to the red macaroons cooling on his kitchen counter as he walked by them and sat down in front of the tv.
He did not turn the lights on. The dark felt comforting and matched the shadow imprinted on his insides.
He turned on the tv. It was on. The show he hated more than he had ever hated anything. A new episode.
But soon, there would be no new episodes. He cackled into the dark. The tv cackled back.
"Oh my god, you killed Kenny," the show taunted him.
"Yes, soon...." He whispered.

He got up, crossed the room, and began putting his macaroons in baggies and then put the baggies into a large yellow envelope. He sealed it and set it beside the bottle of his secret ingredient. He lovingly stroked his secret ingredient, tracing the word printed on it. His finger curved over the A, then the R, then the rest of the word - SENIC.

He grabbed a pen and began addressing his envelope.
"Trey Parker and Matt Stone" he wrote in his cursive scrawl.
He sang softly as he finished writing their address, "Going down to South Park, gonna have ourselves a ball."
He heard the tv taunt him again.
"You bastard, you killed Kenny!"
He laughed loudly, his laugh reverberating in the stillness of the room.
"Soon," he whispered evenly, smiling maniacally into the dark.

-my chapter on rollingalong

Honestly i could have probably written a damn novel by now if I put as much effort into it as I do hipforums

 

Me too. I could have written a very bad novella.

 

10/10 would buy the book.

 

Damn Mel
You should really get to writing

 

bob evans down on the farm.. exhausted..

 

Two altar boys were arrested for putting weed in the censer-burner

 

How are you, my pretties

Gets me every time lol

 

TL;DR

 

^you might be next

 

"Several assistants stated that in this occasion the holy precinct was suddenly covered in an odd smell “it did not smell as always, it was a familiar smell but I could not relate it to anything, but in my son’s bedroom sometimes smell like that”.

 

I would just die to read Mel write me. Oh Lord...

 

Asmo's story will be very Hallmarkesque. A dutch cheese deliveryman falls for a nice girl who works for a rival dairy farm