He loves his pot.
To the boo-ty parlour.
V. Because no matter where you are, any time of any day, no matter what you do, V always follows U.
He loves major keys.
They both love to crack open a cold one.
Because they're too poor to afford chairs.
A dog.
You're high-on-pot...enuse.
To pot the brown.
A transplant
B: The seed of doubt. A: Dude, that's the worst joke I've ever heard! A: Or is it the best???
Nothing because ghosts don't exist. Edit:Holy crap I just realized I didn't post this on /r/antijokes.
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