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jordan as the bongsman
pj as the knife maker
patrick as billy the bong bong/kned the knife mascot
gabe as random rapist "kinda like plankton (spongebob)"

as kids we always had our talents and figured out what we wanted to do with our lives. pj lost all his hair, grew a huge beard and then grew a leather apron over night spontaneously. jordan grew torch arms 'kinda like bomber man' he didnt have hands anymore, just torches so he was destined to make bongs and stuff. pj was in college so he still had to go to class, he would put on a disguise during class hours and then rush to the local blacksmith to perfect his knife making skills as he slowly sold his products to make a profit and open the beginning of his shop. he planned on owning a show room and eventually selling enough custom knife pieces that he could open a shop with his own workshop in the back. jordan spent his time downtown grapevine working at the glass blowing workshop, learning how to make the best... water pipes...
we wake up realizing we just wrote a movie called "bongs and knives" and that we're worth 20 million dollars richer and we we're so excited. we wonder how the hell this has happened and once we learn how we got rich by asking around to all of our friends we seem to get headaches. all the knowledge is just too much and seems to flow out our ears. we needed a bowl to calm down and think things over.
we wake up realizing we just wrote a movie called "bongs and knives" and that we're worth 50 million dollars richer and we we're so excited. we wonder how the hell this has happened and once we learn how we got rich by asking around to all of our friends we seem to get headaches. all the knowledge is just too much and seems to flow out our ears. we needed a bowl to calm down and think things over.
we wake up realizing we just wrote a movie called "bongs and knives" and that we're worth 100 million dollars richer and we we're so excited. we wonder how the hell this has happened and once we learn how we got rich by asking around to all of our friends we seem to get headaches. all the knowledge is just too much and seems to flow out our ears. we needed a bowl to calm down and think things over.
we wake up realizing we just wrote a movie called "bongs and knives" after smoking some amazing magical medicine straight from the beautiful east coast. california. the greatest weed they'd ever had. so good in fact that they tried some more.
we wake up realizing we just wrote a movie called "bongs and knives" after smoking some amazing magical medicine straight from the beautiful west coast. california. the greatest weed they'd ever had. so good in fact that they wished they had some left. but how could they get some more of this magical substance? but better yet... why? then we woke up and realized we were bears. we were weedsmokinbears. we looked up at the crowd who placed us here on this fake iceberg with only one tiny little igloo for us to smoke in. damn humans. we tried smoking all over the fake habitat. even on the fake clouds sticking out of the wall. the igloo was the most... chill... weedsmokinbears take one last hit of their joints as the iceberg sinks into the frigid waters and turned into their actual forms. gyrados. the strongest most powerful pokemon to ever live. at least they thought so. they puffed on their joints pondering how awesome they could possibly be.
we wake up and dont know how the hell we've made over 1 billion dollars. and why the fuck would a gyrados have that much money, we're fish and couldn't amass it that quickly if we tried. so we gave up settled down in our underwater castle and lit up a bowl of magical cali weed. then we flew out of the cave as ravens listening to dub step on our walkmans, we flew to our home country of transylvania for a smoke sesh with dracula and his bat buddies. flying over the ocean we ran into some seagull punks and got into a little tussle. jordan and i ruffled some feathers... eh ... and continued on our way. we landed on our four tree trunk like legs and lifted our long knecks. the leaves on the top of THESE trees were delicious. the flowers especially were delicious and made us see wondrous things. then the brontosauruses flew on their hoverboards to captain quark's pad and chowed down on a couple chiptole burritos they'd stopped by to grab. quark was complaining about his crotchetizer again and they chewed slowly as they listened. the tiny bits of chicken screamed out for help though no one could hear them as they were crushed between the mighty molars of a bison. they weren't chicken. they were grass. and after being chewed as cud for so damn long they were used to the excruciating pain and slowly waited for their last remaining thc to be consumed and the cows spit them out. yeah. cows eat grass. to get high. you fuckin hypocrite. eatin cows and thinking that its so good cuz its delicious? youre getting a contact high prick so just legalize it already. meow meow meow. meow. meow meow meow meow. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. The end. Not really. Jordan take over.......
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