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him achieve world domination.
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A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo, and when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular culling of the weakest members. In much the same way the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, we all know, kills off brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, constantly making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.
Now I pass out into sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Grant no other stoner take
My weed and bong before I wake
Keep me safely in thy sight
And grant no crackhead’s thrill tonight
And in the morning let me awake
Breathing scents of wake ’n bake
God protect me in my dreams
and make this better than it seems
Grant the time may siwftly fly
When myself shall be so high
In a green grass weed bed
Where I long to rest my head
Far away from all these scenes
And the smell of bammer smoked by beans
Take me back into the land
Where the cops never take you out
Where the weed won’t burn my throat like sand;
Where the scent of chronis blows
Where the good Mary Jane grows;
Take me back and I’ll promise then
Never to leave BC again
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Grant no other stoner take
My weed and bong before I wake
Keep me safely in thy sight
And grant no crackhead’s thrill tonight
And in the morning let me awake
Breathing scents of wake ’n bake
God protect me in my dreams
and make this better than it seems
Grant the time may siwftly fly
When myself shall be so high
In a green grass weed bed
Where I long to rest my head
Far away from all these scenes
And the smell of bammer smoked by beans
Take me back into the land
Where the cops never take you out
Where the weed won’t burn my throat like sand;
Where the scent of chronis blows
Where the good Mary Jane grows;
Take me back and I’ll promise then
Never to leave BC again
"The Ode To The Doob"
Ode to the doob, that we smoke with our bitches
And for some
Ode to the doob, filled with the pinches
Ode to the seshes, and the seshes have lasted
Ode to the times of being "Fuckin Blasted"
Ode to the doob, that you first took a toke of
And ode to whoever the fuck it was
That gave you your first smoke up.
Ode to that stomper, that was 4 papers long.
An ode to those crazy mu'fuckers Cheech&Chong
Ode to the hydro bong, that shits fuckin dope
This is an ode to any fuckin weed that you smoke
{Writtin By Wesley Briggs}
Ode to the doob, that we smoke with our bitches
And for some
Ode to the doob, filled with the pinches
Ode to the seshes, and the seshes have lasted
Ode to the times of being "Fuckin Blasted"
Ode to the doob, that you first took a toke of
And ode to whoever the fuck it was
That gave you your first smoke up.
Ode to that stomper, that was 4 papers long.
An ode to those crazy mu'fuckers Cheech&Chong
Ode to the hydro bong, that shits fuckin dope
This is an ode to any fuckin weed that you smoke
{Writtin By Wesley Briggs}
believe half of what you see and
none of what you hear
'cause people who know don't talk
&people who talk, don't know.
none of what you hear
'cause people who know don't talk
&people who talk, don't know.