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Humor: Marijuana One Liners

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Call me Spiderman, because I’m in love with Mary Jane.

Sex, drugs, rock & roll; speed, weed, & birth control.

Life’s a bitch and then you die, so fuck the world and lets get high!

Weed doesn’t make you cool, it makes you high.

How much weed would a woodchuck smoke if a woodchuck could smoke weed?

Freedom doesn’t exist if nature is illegal.

Are you a drug, cause I marijuana take you home with me tonight.

Always take your driver’s license picture STONED, so when you get pulled over, the cop will think you always look like that.

God is perfect. Man is not. Man made liquor. God made pot.

What if Instagram instantly gave you a gram?

If someone could convince Justin Bieber to drive Amanda Bynes and Lindsay Lohan off of a cliff, we could kill two birds with one stoner.

Girls that smoke weed are just so much more chill.

I’m not religious, but I worship Mary Jane.

If I drank as much as I smoked weed, I’d be dead.

Dig a little hole, plant a little seed, wait a little while, smoke a little weed I’d rather have a world of potheads than alcoholics.

I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow these trees down.

Don’t get high……Stay high!

If she can roll, wife that bitch.

UNDER the influence, but ABOVE the ignorance.

Got busted with weed once and the cop asked me to give up my source. I said “Mother Earth.”

I’m not addicted to weed, but I smoke it like I am.

Gas prices may be high, but I am definitely higher.

I go to a school where the students are higher than their grades…….

Girls that smoke weed > Girls that smoke cigarettes.

Say no to drugs! Then again, if you’re talking to drugs, you’re probably already on drugs.

Sometimes I smell weed and can’t tell if someone is smoking near me, or if its just my clothes.

You might regret what you do, but you will regret what you dont smoke much more.

Good weed and good music. Total relaxation.

Drugs do not ruin your career. Drug tests do.

I stay high cause I like the view.

Weed doesn’t make you stupid, you were stupid before you smoked the weed.

Purple haze got me in a daze.

Girls that look like barbie, but smoke like marley

It’s not peer pressure, it’s just your turn.

These days I don’t know what’s higher…my phone bills, food prices, gas, or me.

Marijuana, cant we all just get a bong?

You cant buy happiness, but you can buy weed and that’s pretty fucking close.

The only weed problem I have, is when I don’t have any weed, and that’s a big problem.

Apparently weed is considered a gateway drug. That explains how I got to Narnia.

All you fuckers that don’t get high, shut the fuck up and give it a try.

Join the marijuana movement, it’s a joint effort.

There are two kinds of people in this world. Those that smoke marijuana, and those that need to.

Me and my cat have been staring at each other for so long I forgot which one of us is stoned.

Febreeze…Because your house stinks of weed and your parents will be home any minute.

Rolling joints is like riding a bike. Once you learn, you will never forget.

If you don’t like the smell of weed, you won’t like the smell of me.

Dating used to be a dinner and a movie, now it’s dick & dank.

I experimented with marijuana in high school, but I pretty much have the technique perfected at this point.

 

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Funny Weirdo Haircuts Drive Us Nuts!

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The problem with young people today is that they have crazy haircuts.

In my day, a lad had two choices for a haircut – a crew cut or a flat top and both cost 50 cents. You went to the barber every Saturday morning with your old dad, had your ears raised and were grateful to look like every other kid on your block.

But these young people today. They all want to “express themselves” with their weirdo hairdos!

They walk around with their spiky bangs, corn rows, streaky uplifts, mohawks, faux hawks and wigged out sideburns. It’s a carnival freak show but without the popcorn.

If I had ever come home with a multi-colored mullet and a bum fluff goatee my old dad would have used me as a stump and split a cord of wood on my back.

It’s showy and disrespectful. Plumped and preening like a bunch of randy roosters let loose in a hen house. Disgraceful. I say they should round those damned young people up and sheer them down like the sheep they’re supposed to be.

It’s dangerous I tell you and it leads to anarchy and loose morals. It won’t be long before willy nilly hair styles aren’t enough for them anymore and they start frothing at the mouth, burning down post offices, practicing communism and forcing seniors to sport dreadlocks, rattails, moptops and worse.

And mark my god damned words, when that day comes we are all going to be well and truly sorry.

They have crazy haircuts. That’s the problem with young people today.

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Oh God! Young People Need to Toughen the Hell Up

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The problem with young people today is that they’re too damned soft.

In my day, young people were tough, damn it. We were gristly, sinewy and hard as nails. My generation was forged in a furnace of fiery parents, sweltering outhouses, creamed chip beef and the type of childhood diseases that either killed you or put some damned hair on your chest.

We had to be hard – conditions demanded it. There was no room for mollycoddling and teenaged slackassery. We couldn’t lie around in our underpants all day levelling up in Donkey Kong and text messaging our idiot friends. We were too busy rendering sheep fat, toting ice blocks and extracting our own teeth for that kind of foolishness. Our “down time” was getting dressed up in flour sack suits and attending the funerals of siblings who had died of dust pneumonia.

But these young people today? They’re marshmallows. And the similarity extends beyond their squishy plumpness and incredible lack of taste. Most have never done a lick of honest work and wouldn’t recognized a calloused palm if you clapped them across the ear with one.

They don’t understand what it means to sacrifice or to go without. For them, sacrifice is eating an unfrosted pop tart, fornicating with an unflavored condom or settling for less than an unlimited phone plan. Take away their cushy duvets, parental fawning and Junior Shopper credit cards and they wouldn’t last 5 damned minutes in the cold hard world.

And they’re emotionally soft too. Call a young person a worthless ninnyhammer and he’ll whinge, cry and fold up like a house of cards just to prove you right. Criticism’s considered some form of abuse instead of what it’s supposed to be – a practical assessment of your obvious limitations and some damned motivation to prove me wrong.

Face facts, this country is deep in the toilet and one flush away from becoming “Runningdoghai” the 23rd Province of the People’s Republic of China. If we ever want to return our nation to its former glory we need to stop raising a generation of spongy cry-babies and get back to work on hardening our resolve, our bodies and our minds.

They’re too damned soft. That’s the problem with young people today.

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Sensible Careers – A Joke!

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It’s high time we brought back good old fashioned jobs like costermongers, spittleman, wheeltappers, pettifoggers, pig jobbers, quarrel pickers and knock knobblers.

American Barbershop Idol

Surely to God we’ve exhausted this nation’s supply of caterwauling nancy boys and are ready to bring some damned decent singing back to the national stage. Four part harmonies plus straw boaters equals toe-tapping, good clean family fun.

Cursive Writing

And I don’t mean swearing. I mean putting pen to paper. They may be able to text 80 words a minute but ask them write a sentence longhand and it comes out looking like something a chimp would produce with a pointed stick and mitt full of mashed blackberries.

The Power of Positive Gumption

All this new age, positive-thinking hokum smacks me as being the worst kind of bumph since Clark Stanley sold his first bottle of snake oil elixir back in 1893.

Positive thinking as a means to an end is like the American Dream – it’s fine in theory but really only helpful to those with good genes, rich families and access to a decent education. For everyone else – it’s sleight of hand and empty platitudes.

For 2012, instead of folks assuming they can set their life right with little more than a combination of visualizations, affirmations and positive mental brainwaves, I’d like to see people attempting to set reasonable goals and then achieving them through a combination of hard work, determination and the power of positive gumption.

Enjoy your New Year’s Eve but keep the damned noise down. I’ll be in bed by 9:30.

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