| "I came Hard, I smoked up, I went". |
| Hello, I am Kelly I am writting a comic titled: Stoned To Death Set in the mid nineteen-eighties, a stupid stoner named Brad Sexton and his fellow heavy metal enthusiast pot head friends. One day decide to go get wasted in a cursed forest, here Brad stumbles across an ancient hidden dungeon with a demonic bong, a rip of a cone causes his demise and he meets The Grim Reefer in Limbo and accidently traps him in the bong, causing Brad to return back to life which causes chaos and unbalance in the universe, as the universe eventually gets turned inside out literally it is just one big fucking nightmarish acid trip, really. The characters are fictional, any relation to those in real life is unintentional and a coincidence. This story features drug use, Sexual references, course language, illicit acts, violence, mild sex scenes, blasphemy and other themes that may be offensive to some. It also features heavy fucking metal. I did not write this under the haze of narcotics I do not agree with some of the particular choices portrayed in this by my characters, it is merely just an imaginative piece of writing portraying the reality of these characters not of my own life. That is all. |
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i wish i could die from an OD on ganja
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..Oh man..i can count to red!...R-E-D...red..
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just tryin to get thru life with enough change left over for a pack of smokes
" I dont have pet peeves, I have major psychotic fucking hatreds" - George Carlin
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