Showing posts with label memories.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories.. Show all posts

4.28.2009

Gettin down in the club


Oh fuck Garth just got released from prison with some SICK new prison tats. We got some fucking ILL haircuts and then we went to the club last night with some funky dude with a 6 foot blue bong and smoked load after load of the dankest herbs. It was one of the greatest nights of my life.

4.23.2009

Dank encounters

I ran into Tatin Boomladi the other day in the forest. We cut down a tree with pandas in it.
Bomb Buda Hash...

4.06.2009

MEMORIES...BY WERK.

I used to hate my parents when I was a kid. I didn't realize all that they had given me; food, shelter, marijuana. Now, whenever I light up a sick-ass dank J I think of my father, "Grateful Dad" as he was known at the Phish parking lots.... He gave the greatest gift to me... the gift of getting high!

FUCK YA DAD I LOVE YOU!
YOU ARE THE DANKEST NUGG OF ALL!

-A. Werkelson the third.