dumbjabronimotherfucker: I think god wants me to smoke weed.I’ve been smoking weed since I was 12, whenever I had no money I’d still get like a $20 no matter what, like my friends would get some and give me some, sometimes I’d find it on the street, on the bus, in taxi’s, I even found it in my teachers fucking art room, and I always ended up getting smoked up atleast once a day, so I haven’t seen my dad since I was 4, and I had no idea what he’s like, so my grandma decided to fly me over for 3 months, so I had no weed.. Little did I know my dad smoked like a motherfucker, and gave me like 8 joints a day, smoked bongs & pipes, he even taught me how to make a pipe out of an asthma inhaler, so everyday I smoked there to.. when it was time to leave, my flight got cancelled, so I had to catch 2 flights to get back home (Australia), so this flight was like 27 hours all up or something I can’t remember.. the last flight was the longest, which was 16 hours, guess who sits next to me.. some hipster with a bunch of weed magazines, and a bad full of lunch with some familar smelling brownies.. I said what were they, he got paranoid and I told him to relax and just give me some, and he did.. it was so cash.Anyway, I’m smoking weed everyday now to, and barely even pay for it..

dumbjabronimotherfucker:

I think god wants me to smoke weed.

I’ve been smoking weed since I was 12, whenever I had no money I’d still get like a $20 no matter what, like my friends would get some and give me some, sometimes I’d find it on the street, on the bus, in taxi’s, I even found it in my teachers fucking art room, and I always ended up getting smoked up atleast once a day, so I haven’t seen my dad since I was 4, and I had no idea what he’s like, so my grandma decided to fly me over for 3 months, so I had no weed.. Little did I know my dad smoked like a motherfucker, and gave me like 8 joints a day, smoked bongs & pipes, he even taught me how to make a pipe out of an asthma inhaler, so everyday I smoked there to.. when it was time to leave, my flight got cancelled, so I had to catch 2 flights to get back home (Australia), so this flight was like 27 hours all up or something I can’t remember.. the last flight was the longest, which was 16 hours, guess who sits next to me.. some hipster with a bunch of weed magazines, and a bad full of lunch with some familar smelling brownies.. I said what were they, he got paranoid and I told him to relax and just give me some, and he did.. it was so cash.

Anyway, I’m smoking weed everyday now to, and barely even pay for it..

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egypt

i have a deep resentment for all the liberal bloggers/ “leftist” journalists that spoke about what is happening in egypt, there were all this folks that spoke about the situation as 1) an abstracted fight for freedom 2) devoid of “isms” and old ideologies, as if the revolt was lead by soul-less hipsters and tech geeks through the marvels of dumb tweeter and facebook. what about the slum kids that strolled out of bed to burn shit down? they sure as fuck have no access to the internet. they don’t own smartphones and all that gadgetery either. 

now that murabak was deposed and the motherfuckers in the army dissolved the constitution and banned strikes (with the support of the US), one has to wonder whether this whole idea of “ism-less” revolution was just some empty slogan. there is no such thing as “ism-less” movements. there were all sorts of factions and people with money riding the coat-tails of angry kids. this is with all movements ever - people generally do not snap and destroy shit because of big ideas (nor now nor in the early 20th century) but because of very concrete socio-economic situations - in these case joblessness and food prices; this doesn’t this movements always have ideological factions behind ‘em. the muslim brotherhood was obviously big, as well old type, starry eyed nasserites, as was the army.

whatever 2012 is near and when the armageddon happens imma gonna slam some forties and kill zombies and form an aztec militia.

good

“He and his friend Henry de Béarn planned to blow up the Eiffel Tower with some dynamite they had stolen from a nearby building site, because “its reflected light shone into their shared attic room and kept them awake at night.”[2] He was arrested at Les Cinq Billards on Rue Mouffetard[3] in Paris and committed to a mental hospital by his wife, where he was subdued with insulin and shock therapy,”


a perfectly fine excuse for a perfectly fine goal. in my humble opinion they should have blown that shit out of the memories of men. what an ugly pile of metal. i imagine the story of two fuckups blowin’ up that disgraceful tower because it didn’t let ‘em sleep is deeply more interesting and more productive and more beautiful than the sterile blemish of an otherwise perfectly fine skyline