Hahaaha great man.
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Hahaaha great man.
Salt kills the grass or something?
Yeah, but it grows back. So it's not like it's permanent. We almost forked someone's house (where you stick a million plastic forks in there yard) but we spent the fork buying money on weed. :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Void
dealers exchange forks for weed where you live?Quote:
Originally Posted by Gecko
Plus it takes as much effort to fork there yard as for them to get them out...so whats the point? Some kids did that as a senior prank at my school, and um all that accomplished was some ganitor's working over-time.Also no one laughed and they got no recognition for it and it was cleaned up before school started.I, in fact didn't hear about it until the next week.So forking is lame.
yoo mann..theres only one solution to ur problem...even if its ur best friends mom...u gotta kill that bitch, or just lock that hoe up somewhere... then ur problems will be over and you can toke up all you want.
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Originally Posted by 420purplehaze420
Nah... the money that we were gonna use to buy forks was spent on weed.
And Troyson... it sounds mighty tempting... ;)
hahahaah omg dude. Killing her. Not a bad idea...:p
AND, you guys are retarded. It's not that hard, you put the fork in the yard, and break the end off in it. its really fucking hard to get the 3 points out of the ground, and if they mow the lawn it will really fuck up the blade. try mailbox baseball
Haha, mailbox baseball... I would so do that... but none of my friends have a car that we could use. I.E. a convertible.Quote:
Originally Posted by TheAtomicPunk
Buuuut, it's almost 8:30 PM and she hasn't called. So I'm hoping she won't. I talked to my friend earlier, he said he straightened most of it out. He said just give it some time, and that she would most likely not call. So I hope everything works out.
mailbox baseballs the shit. You dont need a convertible, just go slow, roll down the window, and blast that fucking mailbox off the post. one time we had to tear one off, then we dragged it all the way down the street. I dropped my phone in one dudes yard, and the cops were at my door with it the next morning asking questions. He said he had 17 other complaints. Hole time i had an 1/8 in my pocket. i was scared as fuck.
Thats way too long a story! dont pick up if she calls!