I don't smoke joints. I smoke bowls, son.
And thank you for making me look like a freak. My face looks like a tumor with eyes.
This is how I do.
Looks like we need to dye your hair again.
Yeah, I know. And my botox leaked out.
And my eyebrows fell out.
And you shrunk 12 feet.
And I lost my clothes so I had to wear a mish mosh of Venray's.
And sucking those weedfilled penises.
*is dying*
OK.....Now that's just gross!