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Member Since: 3/10/2007
Band Members: I joined Myspace in the beginning. The group was the largest with 50,000 members, the page with 20k. We were hacked and deleted. I brought it back this year only to be deleted again. I'm back again, with 3 pages and a forum off myspace and the old group. Welcome to Happy Stoner Land. Please Join.My Name is Markeeoo~
I play this crap you hear. I work with some great musicians like the Band Assassin of Youth and my friend Blane on "RED X", I have no idea what Im doing really, but I sing you songs anyway. I write everything on all these stoner pages and take the best weed photos anywhere. I have a new song coming with Luper Dupree, his link and the song will be here soon. I never stop creating things....thank you for being part of the page and experience. The song is done, Im trying to convert it!
~The Happy Stoner meets Sleeping Beauty~Once upon a time in a land far, far away lived this chick named Sleeping Beauty, well that’s what she’s called in that Disney animated crap.
The truth is her name was Poop and she was a real piece of ass! Anyway, Poopie was the most beautiful lass in the entire land and men dreamed of catching a whiff of her special fragrance.
One day Poopie was shopping for yet another pair of shoes and getting a few books about mass murderers and smoking fat Ready Cones full of the dank green weed aged to perfection. Poop knew her shit...man! and she liked her vodka chilled and with a twist.
Anyway, in a few days this fine ravened hair flower was to be married to her childhood sweetheart and the only man- she ever loved,.............. Well............ she was bi and had many female lovers too, but that don’t count.
Poopie loved her man, and when she closed her eyes at night, after getting herself off, she thought only of spending the rest of her life in his arms and smoking all his weed.
Days passed, and before you knew it they walked down the isle as man and wife. After the wedding the happy couple got into a limo and tore through Crenshaw and on to Venice to pick up some vodka, more weed and anal gel. Poop’s brown eyes sparkled on her porcelain white skin and soft features.
The Limo arrives and the couple steps out and as Pump wearing Poop and her man approach the doors of a local store a car screeches behind them!.... they turn and look! out! gun shoots BANG BANG!!! Ring out as her man steps in between her and the passing car.
Poopies man is hit and starting to fall. Poop tries to grab him but the weight is to great he falls to the ground in her arms. Her eyes fill with tears, as she screams No!! Oh NO!!
Poops man opens his eyes while in her arms and looks at her face as he feels the hot steal in his body and his very soul empty off all that he is. He tells her he hoped to be with her his last day and it has come. Than he said “I love you, but love another who looks to see what you like and tries to give that to you always. Just than she kissed him and his eyes closed and he died.
The pain was too much for Poop, the shock was much too great. Poop passed out and fell deep into a comma and could not be revived.
The police investigation did not find the gunman. Her man was buried in his family plot and sleeping Beauty lay in a glass sphere to preserve her fragrance. Many years passed and sleeping beauty never changes. She does not age a day or loose a pound, she is perfect yet fast asleep.
As time went by many men did pass her crib. They gazed and said a prayer hoping it would awaken her. But none did.Two generations later~Than one day The Happy Stoner was coming back from picking up some Kush, and stopped by to see this beautiful girl who legend has it is called, Sleeping Beauty.
He had like a quarter O Z in one zip lock and it just stank like he had a skunk stuck in his ass. He didnt even think about it because he was so fuckin stoned from partying with his hookup, that all the sounds and smells were just sweet experiences and nothing to worry ver.
Anyway, nobodys around and he walks up to this Fair Angel under the glass. As he walks up he's thinking about what a big piece of glass that thing is, and that he could make a cool gravity bong out of it. When he takes his last step he sees Poop lying on her back. He thinks its the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Her skin so fair to off set her hair, the kind of girl you could get lost in a kiss as the hours passed.
Just Than! Poops eyes start to open and face starts to move. The Stoner stood with a grin as he often had, cap covering his crystal blue eyes. He just said No Fuckin Way man!
But yes Poop was awake and it had been him that brought her back to life. The Happy Stoner removed the glass cover and let her out. She sat than stood slowly while holding his hand. Guards and museum staff could only stand by and watch. Than she said her first words…
You got the Kush? The Stoner said "yea baby, let’s light a fat one and go for a walk, you must be kinda stiff!"
Than the Stoner, feeling kinda stiff himself, took her home and made her soup to be strong and pie cause he loved pie and just picked up the Kush so he really wanted some pie!
Poop had been asleep so long she had forgotten about her past love. All that time had washed the pain away. The Stoner than got out his favorite glass bong and made sure it was clean. He than loaded a perfect hit for his new friend first. She was still little groggy but always loved to wake and bake anyway so she sucked it right down. She got ripped cause it had been awhile.
Soon all the people knew she was awake and news spread. Poop became the same old sadistic, fragrant self. . but something had happened in the meantime. The friendship and kindness the Happy Stoner showed warmed her heart. Her eyes and heart liked how they felt with such a man and went to the Stoner often to have her way with him. He was good to her and all her body parts and cared for her needs and he was also handsome and most of all made her smile.
Soon the too fell in love and he wanted to hit dat shit like 4 times a day but she knew the only way to keep him interested for years to come was to hold out as much as possible. . Than other times she would call her friends over like Allicat and the gang and get out the Slip & Slide for their slipping and sliding pleasure. Of course that’s a story for another day. At night when the Stoner is alone after seeing his baby he thinks to himself, nothing, just nothing smells like the kush…
The End.
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