So every year here in bozeman, we have a thing called sweet pea, its a festival of the arts with food and music and stuff. Everyone from our school shows up and all the different groups mingle and talk and stuff. Of course, there are always fights, but last nights got really out of hand. There are 2 groups of seniors this year, the stoners and the jock, pretty much like any other school. Except the stoner seniors this year are way out of control. They listen to hard core rap, and take it to heart. They all own guns and knives, and it is there dream to someday become big time slingers. So the graduated senior who just so happened to be the starting running back for the football team said something to one of the crazy stoners. It stated getting heated, and the stoner busted out a knife. When the running back tried to do something, the kid with the knife slashed him 3 times in the stomach. Everybody takes off, and everything kind of quiets down, and we leave and go to a friends house. 2 friends come over and they are freaking. I guess some of the other graduated jocks had been at a gas station at the same time as one of the knife kids friends. They came over and started beating the hell out of the kid on my friends car, and so he takes off and accidentally breaks the jocks foot. So he comes to the house and tells us this whole story, and we procedded to get drunk and pass out.
They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When your high, you can do everything you can normaly, just as well. You just realize its not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference.-Bill Hicks
And on the 7th day, God stepped back and said "There is my creation, perfect in every way....Oh dammit I left weed all over the place, now they will think I want them to smoke it. Now I'll have to create republicans.-Bill Hicks