And stoners we shall be for thee, my **** for thee.
Tokes hath descended forth from thy bowl that our lungs may swiftly fill with thy smoke.
And we shall pass the dutchie to thy left of thee and flying with friends shall it ever be.
In nomine mater, et spherae igitur et sanctam favillam.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
And stoners we shall be for thee, my **** for thee.
Tokes hath descended forth from thy bowl that our lungs may swiftly fill with thy smoke.
And we shall pass the dutchie to thy left of thee and flying with friends shall it ever be.
In nomine mater, et spherae igitur et sanctam favillam.
