I'm a weed smokin' garden gnome. I often feel disoriented and non-motivated, so I never get around to weeding my garden. But many of the weeds that grow in my garden are smokeable, so things usually end up working out, man. Other than that, I enjoy grooving out to some good tunes, staring at the television for hours on end, ordering pizza delivery, and eating the pizza once it has been delivered. Long-winded pointless philosophical discussions excite me. I also love sleeping, cigars and chitos!!! Oh, yeah, I only have one hand. The other one was maliciously torn off by a raccoon. I have since forgiven him but never grew another hand as I originally expected. Its cool though...only need one hand for a joint.
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This is a picture from the subarmine adventure Mr. Fly took me on. He says I need to get out the house more often, and that's cool cuz I can roll joints on the road.
I guess I was in this movie, but I haven't gotten my royalty check from Prince Charles or King Booker yet. You know more often than not I want a cigarette, so I could really use that royalty check. A little intangible income wouldn't hurt to keep the IRS and those helicopters at bay. Mr. Fly said he's a lawyer and that he'll sue them using the commerce clause for specific performance. They'll get me my check yet. Why was I supposed to get a check? Maybe I shouldn't testify.
This is the magic bus that Mr. Fly built for our vacation to whereever...I forget. But I'm sure we had a splendid time....as always! Unfortunately, I got a loan for a bag at the Happy Car Loans on 7th. And then I forgot to pay on the loans and the man's representatives came and repoed the magic bus. I hope Mr. Fly doesn't find out.
This is the magic blimp that Mr. Fly built for our trip to Jameka. Voodoo Nelly snuck aboard with plans to steal our souls, and then that's me, and Mr. Fly, and I think the guy to the right of Mr. Fly looks like a larger Mr. Fly. I didn't know there were two of him! Maybe I'm seeing double. Anyway, I hope we all return from Jameka with Red Stripe t-shirts, our souls, and a special strain called Jamaica Gold. I hope the blimp doesn't have to go through customs....nah...that's probably why its called the Magic Blimp. What was I talking about? I have this weird feeling I'm gonna drive this thing into a mountain...
This is the time machine Mr. Fly built from scaps from his favorite landfill...somewhere in Puget Sound I think. We were going to go with Spike and Lord Guido to the Congo sometime in the Renaissance Period when Voodoo Nelly arose from the dead and vowed to have my soul or destroy the time machine. What are we going to do? Mr. Fly is gonna come up with a plan while I burn one...
