See what had happened was

With all them bong hits.. I think they'll eat this cornish hen!

Cornish hen? Looks like a fat, city pigeon.

Thats OK! Dieting to lose a smiggin'

and trying to controll my gigglin, while waitin downtown on in a railway station, one toke over line...:pimp:

I know this don't rhyme with nothin'.. Which word do I pick?

(Nobody said it gotta rhyme.
It's a story.)

Here comes the perdition express, right on time. Bongalaros, all aboard!

we hopped on the train, packed our bongs and we all went along to the next stop.....i asked for a donut but no to be found....so...........

I turned to look out the window and noticed giant buds growing in the field .... so .....

We fielded a kilo or three and hung 'em in da caboose. But wait, WTF! . . .

The 3 Bonalaros Held us up with Bongs Drawn!