im leaving the field empty
What the **** did you just ******* say about me, you crazy cat? I’ll have you know I never graduated because I smoked weed every day instead of going to class, and I’ve been involved in numerous late night raids on Taco Bell, and I have over 300 confirmed bongs. I am trained in hash making and I’m the top stoner in the entire unemployment office. You are nothing to me but just another cool dude bro. I will wipe you the **** out with stanky ass buds the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ******* words. You can get away with saying that **** to me over the Internet. Who cares man. As we speak I am packing myself another fat bowl and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare to get high as ****, bro. The high that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your worries. You’re ******* wasted, kid. I can be anywhere in my basement, all the time, and I can get you ****** up in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with edibles. Not only am I extensively trained in blazing, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Medicinal Cannabis Dispensary and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable frown off the face of your face. If only you could have known what unearthly fun your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have spoke sooner. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re too high to walk, you wacky character. I will blow smoke all over you and you will inhale it. You’re ******* high, kiddo.