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Art by Steve Fagiano (?)
The What's the most you ever lost in a coin toss scene, again.
Today is gonna be great. Off work till Monday and I'ma get high as fuck. @skared-krow @karmakaz1e
What is Man’s Deadliest Killer Weed?
Mans deadliest killer weed is so subtle that the majority of mankind has no comprehension it is firmly rooted in their life.
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Mans deadliest killer weed is so subtle that the majority of mankind has no comprehension it is firmly rooted in their life.
above - cannabis below - knife
so, the point is: killerweed
12 IX 2017
Reefer Madness, Du Pont, & the Marihuana Tax Act of 1939
Reefer Madness, Du Pont, & the Marihuana Tax Act of 1939
Reefer Madness, Du Pont, and the Marihuana Tax Act of 1939
By TLB Contributing Author: Ken LaRive
I do not in any way advocate the use of drugs in any shape or form, including marijuana. But we all deserve to know the possible reasons behind the law that has ruined an industry, and put countless people behind bars.
I was slouching quite comfortably in the LaGuardia Airport several years ago,…
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Imagine the fellow’s plight—got so much money he don’t know what to do with it all. Don’t go screaming, “Give it to me!” either. He’s given it to you, though in roundabout ways you might need a good system of search to unsnarl. Oh, has he given it to you. By way of the Bland Institute and the Bland Foundation, the man has had his meathooks well into the American day-to-day since 1919. Who do you think sat on top of the patent for that 100-miles-per-gallon carburetor, eh? sure you’ve heard that story—maybe even snickered along with paid anthropologists who called it Automotive Age Myth or some shit—well, turns out the item was real, all right, and it was Lyle Bland who sprang for those academic hookers doing the snickering and the credentialed lying. Or how about the great Killer Weed advertising campaign of the thirties, who do you think worked hand-in-glove (or, as grosser individuals have put it, penis-in-mouth) with the FBI on that one? And remember all those guy-goes-to-the-doctor-can’t-get-a-hardon jokes? Planted by Bland, yup—half a dozen basic variations, after having done depth studies for the National Research Council that indicated an unacceptable 36% of the male work force weren’t paying enough attention to their cocks—not enough genital obsession there, and it was undermining the efficiency of the organs doing the real work.
Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
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