The Superbowl is tomorrow. You have around twenty-four hours to make your final picks in the IDYFT Superbowl Pick 'Em. The prize is an autographed copy of my novel,
To The Last Drop.
Don't let anything distract you.
Hmmm, I haven't seen a bong in years.
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Does your parole officer read the blog, or are you just quoting the Simpsons?
Folks tend to grow their own weed out here in the great wild west.
Joints are for smoking, pipes are for toking. Bongs are for college boys trying to get the most fucked up the fastest.
RIP Jody
RIP Pat the "Gay" Cowboy
RIP Moon-Sun, the Krak Haus bong ... someone kicked a red rubber ball to me and I booted it as hard as I could, straight into the beautiful SHATTER brand-new bong.
Sorry again, boys.
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