Tomorrow is Friday, the only significance that holds for me is that I get my car back. If you talk about how much weed you are gonna smoke go fuck yourself you fuckin tool!!!
I’m not saying I’m not smoking, but I am not smoking because its 4/20 and anyone who needs to be told what to do is a spineless fuckin idiot. I do what I want when I want. I don’t need a reason to do something other than the fact that I want to do it. That being said if I see you in a Bob Marley shirt, any rasta attire, or Blasting Mac Miller/Wiz Khalifa I will try to run you over/off the road.
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