So my glassblowing job thing is looking more and more like a scam to everyone around me, so when I go in, I'm going to ask some questions and take some notes so I can be sure I'm not going to be ripped off... and apparently I'm going to be known as Fatticus in the band I'm in. Just to fuck with the guy who named me that, I'm planning on showing up onstage in Centurion armor (Walmart scooter optional) for a couple of shows.
Originally Posted by John The Drummer
Today is the first official day that Marijuana is legal in Washington... and I was driving through the University District...
it smelt SO BAD.
Honestly, I cannot stand the smell of weed. My first encounter of it was in High School on the school bus. Some kid took a quick hit and it seriously smelt like someone shat themself. Hated it from day one
Replace "bus" with "bathroom in my sophomore year", and "shat themself" with "Mrs. Dash's rancid crotch farts" and you'll get my opinion on that fake weed shit (spice, K2, whatever it's called).
And since Texas is full of skunks that die on the side of the road all the time, there's a joke between my friends and I that started when we were driving down the road one day. Now if someone smells a skunk (anywhere), this happens:
Person 1: "What the fuck is that smell?"
Person 2: "Either someone hit a skunk, or someone got an eighth and isn't sharing."
...Yeah, we're fucking idiots.