FORTRAN3006

Once upon a time, long ago, there was an entire civilization spanning millions of people and miles on end that absolutely loved marijuana. It was a monarchy, the king kind bud the third and the queen and bongette token the thirteenth ruled all parts of the city, from the massive grow rooms, to the hash oil plants and cannabis cafe's, the ganja-grocery food store, to the gasoweed stations. Now the king was not a very good king, he knew nothing about what to do and wasnt generally liked, but he got to be it because his father was George Bush se........ I mean King kind bud the second.

he was a very unjust ruler, growing a strain of golden colored weed and naming it after himself and it was only to be smoked by the royals and the nobles. The rest of the town however, only got nasty schwagg that made them cough up a lung and only gave them a 30 minute buzz. This caused a revolution causing the state to be newly known as the netherlan... i mean mexico... or something

the end

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Under a light, with my friend mike holding one of my eyes open to drop visine in it since i was too baked, I said "dude... I'm being born again."