Various Ways To Mutate The Ship!

The ideal situtation is to be in a position to grow a plant or two at your own expanse!

The best idea is to remain your own best friend thereby not having to deal with the unscupulous idiotic motherfuckers what abound!

The best stink is the warm summer sun upon the skank next doors uncleansed twat so not to arrouse suspicion to the real source of skunk grease funk!

Back in the real days 15 cent found a fella a coffee can full of country grown pipe fill for the old campainer down the road a throw to enjoy while watchin' the frogs fuck in the early morn!

So ass down the the porch my boys and announce yourselves now for in ten minutes we begin a new cycle of backyard shenannigans!

Two of the more obvious ways to mutate are to perpetuate a slow rotting of the corpse without any positive function or appreciation of or to watch it from the sky while contimplating the nothingness of your meaningless soul!

 

Back in the days of glee when the sun shone bright over the backyard fence there lived a stinky little old man who always chewed a homemade tobacco product called "flank".

The intoxicant in his chew made him seem wiser than he actually was. That is if you chewed some yourself otherwise he was little more than a public noo-sense with absolutely no-sense exibited on the weekends and very little during the week days.

 

they allready have a hippie babble forum in "mind fucks"

 

you have smoked yourself retarded

 

Which brings us to the subject of todays youth who roll their reefers the size of bananna's and wear the occasional bandana like a ten dollar punk wacked out on skunk, confused and disillusioned are they.

 

The rest of the day was spent sleeping in the early October sun on the sands of Mango beach about half way between here and now.

I had just finished the last of 6 beers back in the years when a six pack and two jags from a bowl of black hawaiian hashish was enough to get me dreamin about 4 hours of pure pussy on cheap imitation silk.

What you kids don't realize is that back in them days all it took to get laid was to fall asleep on the beach with your dick outta your pants and sooner or later somebody or some thing would come along and give it a good ten minute suckin'.

 

wtf does that have to do with anything... im not saying that my generation is better then urs or w/e.. im just saying u make absolutly no sense... btw u do have a future in rapping

 

hey, walk a mile in someone's shoes. being a stoned punk can be constructive.

 

My man, I was a stoned punk when most of you were little more than a stone aged white blood cell slowly forming it's way into the scrotum of a back seat fornicator during the summer of '77!

 

word.