THAT was that maui wowie chile. that shyt you smell in some n^%$a pocket when he walk into a crowded room. and you KNOW it is him b/c the room did not start smelling like that until HIS AZZ showed up!!! LOL

on a side note…..i see we got us some proofreaders up in through these parts. i write for a LIVING and i spell shyt wrong or miss a word and what not. that is what happens when you are trying to get your comment in and you work for YT!!!

Because I was high,
Because I was High…
Because I WAS HIGH !!!

Headache, vomiting, loss of consciousness (aneurysm or bleeding in the brain):

- Vomitted in the back of her homegirl’s Audi off of a blunt

Drooping on one side of the face or droopy eyelid:

- Felt like the poster child for “Red Dog” beer.

Slurred speech or difficulty speaking:

-Stuttered and clammered a few words in my life.

Temporary or persistent loss of vision:

- “Rested my eyes” for a few moments, sometimes with the blunt still lit.

Numbness or tingling in hands or feet or on one side of the body:

- Never can say I had that happen before, folks were probably smoking that “government” sh!t.

Reduction in sensory perception such as altered taste or smell:

- Thought “Ranger cookies” were good - (coconuts, peanuts, and some other bullcrap). - WTF (were my thoughts exactly).

Losing your balance slightly and you’re not sure why:

- Tripped up a few steps before. I knew why, hell I was high.

Trouble walking:

- See above statement.

Altered breathing, rapid heart rate:

- Sometimes I’d hit it so hard, my heart would race and I had to catch my breath. I thought I would die.

Vertigo or dizziness:

- Been known to fall asleep on folks lawns and bathroom floors.

Disorganized thinking, confusion, hypersexual gestures:

- That comes without the weed at times. I think they call that ADHD.

Disclaimer:
*THIS WAS WELL WAY BEFORE I TURNED 22 - I think*

And when I’m feeling low,
She comes as no surprise.
Turns me on with her love.
Takes me to paradise.

Do you love me Mary Jane?
Yeah. Whoa-oh-oh.
Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?
Now do you think you love me Mary Jane.
Don’t you play no games.

I love her just the same.
I love her, Mary baby, just the same.
The woman plays no games.
Now, now, now.

I’m in love with Mary Jane.
I’m not the only one.
If Mary wanna play around,
I let her have her fun.
She’s not the kind of girl
that you can just tie down.
She likes to spread her love
and turn your head around.

Yeahhhhh! Ooowoooo.
Oh baby. Oh baby. Hit me.
Whoah, Mary. Only love.
I love you, yeah. Whooo!
Something until we give it now, lovey-dove.
Uh-huh. Wow, baby!
Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh.
Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh.
Sing it for me baby.
Come Mary, Mary Jane.
Sing it for me baby.

@ Elove………….Preach Nigga Preach……….
I treat my workdays the same way as the blind date……except I can’t drop the job off…..But I know that sticky icky icky gonna be waiting on me when I get home…..