The following is a little Hx on birds and a (true) story of what happened to me 30 seconds ago while tokeing on some herb-ageio
Birds are crazy, they are tweety and they fly. Anyway sometimes they make eggs that make babies, if these babies get puked into enough they will turn to bigger type birds, like eagles or skysharks, if they dont get enough puke they turn into little guys like finches and turtle doves are a medium. Ok time for my story.
Once there were 5 eggs. Those eggs made birds. One bird was named Turtle, once was named Quackson (like jackson but quack). and the final was named Jeff. then the real final was named Siddhartha. One day Siddhartha jeff and turtle were sitting around the nest when Jeff dared someone to try to fly. Siddhartha yelled "NO ITS TOO DANGEROUS" but Quckson said "nothing is to quack-oulous for quackson" and so he lept from the nest and hit me in the side of the head whilst I was ripping a bowl,
after hitting my head it hit the ground. it was then i noticed my whole back portch was a divebombing range for kamakaze practice into yours truely! So as retrebution i decided to capture one.....I captured one, I beleave it was Siddhartha, who if u remember thought it was a bad idea to began with, and put him into an old gravity bong bottle and kept hot boxing and flushing smoke over him. By the time the smoke session was done i removed the cloudy prison and much to my surprise the bird decided not to try to fly away for a long time, he just sat there looking fat and wise, looking into my very soul. then he peeped two times looked around, This was to signify his transformation into birddah peeped two more times to bid me farewell then tried to fly and did a header into the wall and fell behind some shit. I laughed for five minutes.
Well thats my story thanks for your time
Birds are crazy, they are tweety and they fly. Anyway sometimes they make eggs that make babies, if these babies get puked into enough they will turn to bigger type birds, like eagles or skysharks, if they dont get enough puke they turn into little guys like finches and turtle doves are a medium. Ok time for my story.
Once there were 5 eggs. Those eggs made birds. One bird was named Turtle, once was named Quackson (like jackson but quack). and the final was named Jeff. then the real final was named Siddhartha. One day Siddhartha jeff and turtle were sitting around the nest when Jeff dared someone to try to fly. Siddhartha yelled "NO ITS TOO DANGEROUS" but Quckson said "nothing is to quack-oulous for quackson" and so he lept from the nest and hit me in the side of the head whilst I was ripping a bowl,
after hitting my head it hit the ground. it was then i noticed my whole back portch was a divebombing range for kamakaze practice into yours truely! So as retrebution i decided to capture one.....I captured one, I beleave it was Siddhartha, who if u remember thought it was a bad idea to began with, and put him into an old gravity bong bottle and kept hot boxing and flushing smoke over him. By the time the smoke session was done i removed the cloudy prison and much to my surprise the bird decided not to try to fly away for a long time, he just sat there looking fat and wise, looking into my very soul. then he peeped two times looked around, This was to signify his transformation into birddah peeped two more times to bid me farewell then tried to fly and did a header into the wall and fell behind some shit. I laughed for five minutes.
Well thats my story thanks for your time
