Paul is a King Smoker
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| - | Paul, a young male on the (Religious Needs) Planet, exalted the plant, and had risen to the rank of King Smoker faster than any previous leader of the patients. | + | Paul, a young male on the (Religious Needs) Planet, exalted the plant, and had risen to the rank of King Smoker faster than any previous leader of the patients. Paul spent lots of time smoking weed, but he also likes little boys. One day, as Paul and one of his special little friends were walking down a street, Paul noticed a bud on the ground. As he bent over to pick it up, KABLOOEEY!!!, a bus hit him from behind sending him careening into streetlights and fire hydrants as if they were bowling pins. Paul's little friend, seeing that the cruel weirdo was incapacitated for a moment - ran off to his newfound freedom (the police later picked him up and returned him to his worried parents). When Paul regained consciousnessness, he looked down at his clenched hand. Something smelled really good, and his hand was stuck closed. It took some effort, but he opened his hand and...OH MY GOD... he was holding onto the dankest bud he'd ever seen. After smoking it, Paul felt all better and walked off to city hall, where he would make his secretary find him another little boy. |
Revision as of 19:20, 13 February 2006
Paul, a young male on the (Religious Needs) Planet, exalted the plant, and had risen to the rank of King Smoker faster than any previous leader of the patients. Paul spent lots of time smoking weed, but he also likes little boys. One day, as Paul and one of his special little friends were walking down a street, Paul noticed a bud on the ground. As he bent over to pick it up, KABLOOEEY!!!, a bus hit him from behind sending him careening into streetlights and fire hydrants as if they were bowling pins. Paul's little friend, seeing that the cruel weirdo was incapacitated for a moment - ran off to his newfound freedom (the police later picked him up and returned him to his worried parents). When Paul regained consciousnessness, he looked down at his clenched hand. Something smelled really good, and his hand was stuck closed. It took some effort, but he opened his hand and...OH MY GOD... he was holding onto the dankest bud he'd ever seen. After smoking it, Paul felt all better and walked off to city hall, where he would make his secretary find him another little boy.
