LISTEN TO BOB MARLEY O YE
FUCK AUTHORITY
MAYBE im just reaaaaaaally baked haha
That was back in a time when society was not quite ready for this type of music. Anyone remember those days? Thats when punk rock was dangerous right? You couldn't walk into a mall and get your little pussy peirced and your little dock martin boots and your crazy color for your hair. You walk down the street with blue hair you was gonna get in a fight with about 5 angry construction workers, or the local college football team, rednecks, or cops. Yea sometimes they kicked our ass, but you know what, sometimes we beat the FUCK outta them. That's right I was about 4 foot fuckin 8 and id hit the biggest mother fucker there.
"I feel that the police are just out to arrest people for the numbers. Making them feel like they are working. That is only causing fear and distrust within the communities. I honestly hope that they do not think that marijuana is problem. But I guess that it is easier to arrest someone relaxing smoking a joint, than it is to serve and protect. Pot heads do not blow up cars, and they do not go around shooting people, beating them to death.
The foolishness of a war on drugs is a cover up for a lack something to do. I would rather see the police with nothing to do but to help people, rather than go around like a gang of thugs just trying to push their so called power down on us. We give them the power through our laws. I guess, they figure that their right is to abuse it. Bullies. It is the police that are the paranoid bunch, not the pot smokers. If the police are so worried about their funding, maybe they so be open to the legalization, taxation and control of the stuff. According to the media there are hundreds of millions of dollars in drug revenue floating around our streets. Apparently the police are not catching all the criminal pot heads, so by what percent are we mulitplying the un-counted hundreds of millions of dollars in drug revenue floating around our streets. That is a lot of black market money that we Canadians are being cheated out of. This could go to a myriad of needs, health-care, education, hell even police funding and pay raises for those hard working MP's up in Ottawa. (the last two are a jab at their foolish greed)
Paul MacInnis
Montreal, Quebec.................i couldnt have said it any better Paul.
You know I may never learn-
"Guys like us, People like you and me, we're just royalty in exile....Born to lose."
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid,
a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers...
Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection,
the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether.
There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge,
and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
Behind every good man there is a woman, and that woman was Martha Washington, man,
and everyday George would come home, she would have a big fat bowl waiting for him, man,
when he come in the door, man, she was a hip, hip, hip lady, man.
Never shall innocent blood be shed. Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river.
The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God.
Alright, you primitive screw-heads, listen up! See this? This... is my boomstick!
It's a twelve-gauge, double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line.
You can find this in the sporting goods department.
That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about $109.95.
It's got a walnut stock, cobalt-blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right... shop smart. Shop S-Mart... You got that?!!
What's that Baxter? You know I don't speak Spanish. In English please.
What? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate a whole wheel of cheese?
How'd you do that? God, I'm not even mad, that's amazing.
The urine stain on your pants signifies that you are a single-shake man,
far too busy for the follow-up jiggle.
Holy dog shit. Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy.
And you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down.
Do you suck dicks? Are you a peter puffer? Bullshit, I bet you can suck a golf ball through a garden hose!
"Are you stalking me? 'Cause that would be super."
Oh, no, we are'nt! We're dicks! [surprise from audience] We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild... are pussies. And Kim Jong Il... is an asshole. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks - also - fuck - assholes... assholes who just wanna shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole... is a dick... with some balls. The problem with dicks is, sometimes they fuck too much or fuck when it isn't appropriate... and it takes a pussy to show 'em that. But sometimes, pussies get so full of shit that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are only an inch and half away from assholes. [music of awe] I don't know much in this crazy, crazy world, but I do know: If you don't let us fuck - this - asshole, we're going to have our dicks and our pussies [music hesitates] all covered in shit!
David:You know how I know that you're gay?
Cal: How?
David: You have a rainbow bumper sticker on your car that says,
"I like it when balls are in my face."
Cal: That's gay?
"Feel the rhythm, Feel the rhyme, get on up, its bobsled time....Coool Runnings!"
You little son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go home?
That's your HOME! Are you too good for your home? ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS BALL!
Nothing! Because if I take it to small claims court, it will just drain eight hours
out of my life and you probably won't show up and even if I got the judgment
you'd just stiff me anyway; so what I am going to do is piss and moan like an
impotent jerk, and then bend over and take it up the tailpipe.
Okay Lunchbox, let's try this again. We tie you to the roof and you jump off
and sail like a Spitfire passing right over the arch nemesis La Fours.
You then swing up to the stage and knock out the pin. And when that's gone, t
he stage is trashed and we go smoke a bowl. You got it? Now get your fat ass up there.
And dude, don't forget your helmet. Snoogens.
We're going streaking!....No it's cool man, bring your green hat!
What you lookin' at? You all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why?
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me.
You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say,
"That's the bad guy." So... what that make you? Good? You're not good.
You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem.
Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy!
Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you.
Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through!
Better get outta his way!
Thorny: Son do you know why I pulled you over?
Driver: Uhhh...
Thorny: Littering and... Littering and... Littering and... smoking the reefer.[holds up bag of weed]
Driver: Oh officer thats not ours.
kid in back: [deep groan]: Candy bars.
Yes Masta..Right away Masta..Aint gonna be no bacon on the salad masta...no bacon..oh no.no no
Back off man, I'm a scientist.
Why don't you try getting jacked off under the table in front of the whole
damn family and have some real problems, jackass. What were they like anyway?
They looked pretty good, are they real? Are they built for speed or for comfort?
What'd you do with them? Motorboat? You play the motorboat? Pppppbb, ppppppbbb.
You motorboatin son of a bitch! You old sailor you! Where is she? She still in the house?
There was a moment last night, when she was sandwiched between
the two Finnish dwarves and the Maori tribesmen, where I thought,
"Wow, I could really spend the rest of my life with this woman."
Burn it to the ground.
With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels
This place reminds me of Santa's workshop.
Except it smells like mushrooms and everyone looks like they want to hurt me.
They say, "Evil prevails when good men fail to act." What they ought to say is, "Evil prevails."
Coach says it's okay to bleed from the ears.
We get caught laundering money, we're not going to white collar resort prison. No, no, no. We're going to Federal 'Pound me in the Ass' prison!
I'm pretty fuckin' far from OK.