"That's the fifth one this week," he said.

"That's the fifth one this week," he said. "Makes eighteen this month." Picking up a handful of feathers, Mark nudged the chicken with the toe of his boot. "Quite an outbreak of

it became as malleable as kneaded pizza dough. Obviously the chicken and her master agreed because they stared at it hungrily.

They smoked the (Northern Lights) green bud all morning. Master and chicken puffed away. The Master liked toking with the chicken because the lipless creature didn't drool on the

bidet. Being a smelly pothead allowed the Master to spin more gibberish kung fu phrases to annoy his disciples, but he didn't know jack about kung fu anymore. Instead, the chicken

noodles had become his only concern in life, after the magical herb known as weed of course, because as Master said "After great doobie, comes great hunger". His disciples started

shining their bongs in preparation for the Great Ganja Ascension, as foretold by Marley in his book "I'm not dead man, I'm just napping."

Tommy Chong set up a table with goods for sale as the stoners, potheads, dopers, hippies, rastamen, dabblers, shirkers, fornicators & neo nazi zoom dweebies filed into auditoreum.

Tommy found his leaf shaped car air freshener followed by his gold plated bong the best selling items. Often Tommy would be too distracted by the bats circling above to sell any

That night Drak & his brood flew in to feast on Toms blood. As they materialized from a column of smoke he inhaled them in the bong for a few hits & the air freshener got the rest.