She makes people stoned.
They are clearly the present. Old people are the future.
None. People that glow in the dark don't need lights.
Start shouting Jehovah.
You skip the flat ones.
Me: How do you know what weed smells like! Busted, mister! You're grounded for a week. Dad: Okaayy
Jackpot!
Hehehe.. Gorgon-zola
Gorgonzola.