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my eyes are red from the stoned burner
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Heather Papps posted:my eyes are red from the stoned burner
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Dec 7, 2019 03:47
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"What's in the box?" "My stash."
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Dec 7, 2019 04:02
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a fremen puts in his blue-within-blue contacts to hide his red-within-red eyes from smoking bene gesserit space weed
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Baron Harshkonen: What makes you so special, Paul Atreides- other than the fact that you're my bastard grandson? Paul Atreides: Well, for one thing, I was able to score a mongo hit off reverend Gauis Mohaium's box  Baron Harshkonen:  Paul Atreides: Another thing is, I can look into that place that others cannot. Baron Harshkonen: You don't mean... Paul Atreides: Yep. Weed connections, past present AND future. I can score me some weed anywhere, any when, and anyhow. I make Snoop Dogg, Willie Nelson and B Real look like a barren weed desert. Baron Harshkonen: So like Dune, but instead of spice it's weed? Paul Atreides: You lost me... Baron Harshkonen: You really must be high... https://i.imgur.com/QKTkerO.mp4 |
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Dec 7, 2019 04:19
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"The doob. Remember the doob!"
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“I must post. Fear is the thread-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will post my threads. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will post some more, and never stop. Where the fear has gone there will be posts. Only threads will remain.”
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Cleaning lady: I am the Shadout Mapes! Paul Atreides (interrupting her): I'm sorry, the what? Shadout Mapes: The Shadout Mapes, and I have a message for you Paul Atreides: Shout Out? Is that what you're saying? You are the Shout Out Mapes? What the gently caress... Shadout Mapes: I am the Shadout Mapes, I have a message for you- you are in terrible *thwock*! A Seeker shoots from the wall into the Shadout Mapes, preventing her from delivering the message and killing her instantly... Paul Atreides: Whoa, cool dart! **plucks the Seeker from her corpse** Paul Atreides: Can I keep it? No answer means yes... No answer means yes... SWEET! You didn't say anything so it's mine, no backsies! I'm gonna turn this into a pipe... **skips out of the room** |
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Dec 11, 2019 03:54
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The God-Emperor with eyes blazed af: "lol.... guys.... do u think I look like a really big penis... looool... guys guys... do u think" *grabs tail n starts thrusting hands up and down* "hahaha im stroking a big penis!" |
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Dec 11, 2019 04:00
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Dec 11, 2019 05:39
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taming a sandworm by smoking a huuuuuuge blunt together |
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Dec 11, 2019 14:26
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is the bong fixed or unfixed? regardless, do not draw it without giving it a taste of weed.
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Dec 11, 2019 15:34
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GODSPEED JOHN GLENN posted:It is by weed alone I set my chill in motion. It is by the juice of the bong that thoughts acquire haze, the couch acquires stains, the stains become a warning. It is by weed alone I set my chill in motion. |
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Dec 12, 2019 14:34
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Duke Leto remembering what Yueh said, bites down on the tooth and blows a huge cloud of weed smoke into the Baron's face. Baron: Hey what the gently caress? ---------------- |
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Dec 12, 2019 21:55
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one of my first songs was called dune and it was about how weed has affected my mind |
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Dec 17, 2019 04:21
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anyone else hearing that voiceover? i am so hosed haha |
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Dec 19, 2019 01:29
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My name is a chilling word. |
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Dec 31, 2019 21:53
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Smokes weed from a thin bone china bong that is smashed after use |
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in the dune universe, synthetic cannabis is banned both by treaties and religion |
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Jan 8, 2020 09:43
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Jan 8, 2020 11:43
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I am floating on the dunes of love.
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Jan 9, 2020 03:36
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The false, synthesized spice is a trap!!! |
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He is the Biznatch Cadillac |
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Jan 13, 2020 17:13
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both The Weirding Way and Walking Without Rhythm are terms to describe how when you get up to get water from the kitchen ten feet away and you come back fifteen minutes later and forgot your water on the counter |
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Jan 13, 2020 17:38
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Death Bot posted:both The Weirding Way and Walking Without Rhythm are terms to describe how when you get up to get water from the kitchen ten feet away and you come back fifteen minutes later and forgot your water on the counter
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Jan 13, 2020 17:44
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The bong, eh smokinit have had a million year plan to carefully breed the ultimate strain, a perfect balance of sativa and indica, the strain that chills many at once, then seed the galaxy in order to prevent another jihad. Leto 2s golden path is sobriety, as humanity is content to blaze and chill and we are at risk of domination by machine once again. |
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Jan 13, 2020 17:54
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jodorowsky was going to do a version with salvador dali atop a great glass bong but the world would not allow it |
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when the weed flows, everybody you see becomes a face dancer
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Jan 13, 2020 23:33
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Dungeon Ecology posted:a mans bong is his own, but his water belongs to the tribe You know what, Jake's bong is... let's not recycle this water. |
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"If Feyd wishes it, he can meet you with my bong" "I wish it" |
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Heather Papps posted:"The drug's dangerous," she said, "but it gives insight. When a poster iss gifted by the drug, she can look many places in her memory — in her body's memory. We look down so many avenues of the past . . . but only chill avenues." Her voice took on a note of sadness. "Yet, there's a place where no yobber can see. We are repelled by it, terrorized. It is said a man will come one day and find in the gift of the drug his inward eye. He will look where we cannot — into both yob and fyad pasts." lol |
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