What the fuck is a sesAME?

Happy late holiday. I was so blazed all day, I even forgot to blog, man! Can you believe that shit? You know I had dat grape ape shit.



I woke up and smoked at 4:20 a.m. and every 5 minutes after that for 4 hours straight. A-b-b-b-baked, bruhhhh. You know Taco Bell fourth meal? I had first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh meal, man. I think I spent something like $114 at the T-Bell alone. I was up on dem message boards all day, talkin' 'bout "legalize that shit" and shit. And I smoked some more weed. Then about noon, my package arrived by UPS. It was that Hindu Kush I special ordered. Shit yeah!!! Got out the four footer for that one. Me and Jeff were filling that chamber like it wasn't no thing. KGB dude! Then Jeff checked the keef trap in the grinder, and fuuuuuuuukkkkkk! FULL! Busted out the piece, the honeycomb dude!, and filled like three bowls of the keef. FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKEEEEEEDDDD UPPPPPPPPPPPPP. I went into this weed-induced stupor where all I could do was talk about how high I was and I went into the kitchen and made some pasta and put doritos and chocolate syrup and maple syrup and then I stuck a frozen burrito in the middle of it all. Best shit I ever ate. Then we put the Bob Marley on and smoked 5 or 6 bowls to him, all bummed he had to get killed and miss the holiday, ya know? Then I cried a little. Then I threw up. That was from that chocolate maple burrito dorito pasta shit, man. I ain't no bitch who pukes from being too high. Then we just spaced out to Family Guy for like 2 hours or some shit. Then we smoked like 4 bowls or something, and I fell asleep. 4/20 rules so hard! Can't wait til next year!!!!

pff...

I heard he could spike a pita pit down grosscup's throat

I think this is my resignation from the blogsphere. I'll probably just leave this thing up just in case I feel the need to share something with... no one? That's the best part about blogs. Everyone gets to act like no one reads it and that you like it that way. Just preface things with, "it's not like anyone reads this" and you're totally being ironic, right?

It's not like anyone reads this but... I'm a furry. It's cool, cuz, like, I like animals and stuff but, you know, it's illegal to fuck them or whatever, so, like, instead of fucking real animals, which I would like to do, I can go to these conventions and find, you know, like, a sexy little fox, and we can have a good ol' romp in the hay, so to speak. Cuz we're furries and that's what we do. God, I'm glad I can say this to no one. Ya know, cuz no one reads this hahahalollerz.

But yeah, I feel like anything I want to say comes out sounding like... a blog. Which is dumb. So unless I have some photos from the next furry convention or get some sort of burst of, like, super creative poetic thoughts about life and all its beauty or draw a cool picture of a unicorn being fisted by patrick stewart or make a ground beef sculpture of a turtle that I actually bake and serve to the homeless or pictures from when me and my boyfriend go to some super classy sushi restaurant and drink martinis and look really cute or when I model my new spring crocs. Yeah.


l8r, sk8rs.