Only 8 days till 4:20!!!

Dudez the Easter bunny is so paranoid right now he thinks the feds are closing in on his secret grow cave in North Vietnam but whatever we are still chillin and having a good time smoking carrots and weed joints I think homeboy needs to relax. All his dankest buds are gonna be cured in time for 420 and then we are gonna fuckin hotbox an intricate underground tunnel system and get high as fuck and hopefullly the weed will seep through the rice paddies thus forming a massive rice paddy bong and the clouds will float over to North Korea and Kim jong Il will fucking finally relax and we can all chill and maybe shoot some guns and warheads. Whatever bro stay high

Cool Enough 4 Freeze

DO U C WHAT I C?

THANKS FOR THE FLYERS, TIM!

MY NIGHTMARE

I AM SO FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF CUPCAKES

Yo yo yo for my homies in Brooklyn!

Yu-Who?

GUEST POST TWO BY Yu-YU.

GUEST POST BY STRANGERS.

Woh, fucking trippy yoh.

IT'S DAT TIME AGAIN!

TUCSON SUMMER FUN CLUB MONSTER HEADING YOUR WAY!

LET'S GET DRUNK! (oh, and FUCKING HIGH TOO).

Garth is so bummed to be in the slammer but he is LIVING IT UP!!!

FUCK. YES.

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.

SUPER GUEST POST BY WERK

IMITATION IS THE HIGHEST FORM OF FLATTERY, YO!












Sup guys this is Werk here! I smoke SPICE every day and shit dank nuggzz into my favorite American Flag bong! Tight! Anyways, I was perusing the new issue of SPICE and I thought about my friends over at DANKNUGGETZZ. This bud's fer you!

-A. Werkleson the Third.

Scary Movie Night

Weed Included.

This one sucks ass

Still gonna see that shit

ZORRRRRO: the legend of the dankest bong

DUdes so yeah me and Zorro were hanging out and smoking BLUNTS and Zorro was all like "if you can beat me in a swordfight I will give you my Zorro Z bong, which is a promotional item from my new cinematic classic Zorro 69: The Legend of the Dankest Bong" and I was all like "That doesnt really make sense because bongs themselves are not measured in dankness, but rather, are judged by their ability to FUCK YOU UP" and Zorro fucking stabbed me, that bitch. Well I stole his bong anyways and preview passes to his new flick, and whether we're beefin or not it is gonna be TIGHT

DUDEZ LIKE WTF

Man I'm high!

DOWN 4 WHATEVER

PAYLOAD: LINCOLN MARK LT, SUCKING SHIT

SO me and John wilkes booth were cruising in his lincoln mark lt on a fine Sunday afternoon to catch an opera matinee when John was like, "Let's see where I factor in with the payload challenge," and I was like, "shit's over homeboy truck month was last month" but he was allfuckin like "FUCK YOU" and pointed his revolver at me and I was like "Is this really happening" and he's all "this really means a lot to me" so I said whatever bro lets fucking start shovelling this grow room into your truck and JWB is all smiley and shit and then I knew he was joking because it was a ceramic revolver bong and I took a massive rip and jumped out the door. Judging by the marijuana loaded into the bed, I'd say the Lincoln clocked in at around 1865 lbs that motherfucker making me ruin my sunday oh well at least the weed we smoked was fucking CHOICE and now I am going to assasssinate the assassin fucking idiot

HOLY FUCKING 400 DEGREES!

RED FUCKIN ALERTS DUDE CAUSE MY WHOLE FUCKIN BLOCK IS ON FIRE!

I dunno what happened! I fell asleep with the dankest joint still hanging from my chompers and next thing i know i'm having this dream where that narc robocop and his friend juvenile (who is also half truck) are invading my secret forest grow room and then BAM the shit's on fire! and I'm all like " WAS I DREAMING YO?" or was it REAL!

All i know was that it was like 400 degrees in my shit so I put on my tin man outift and lit another fat joint. Soon my buds (GET IT) in the FIRE DEPT came down and dumped some mad bong water on that shit.

NUGGETZZ: A THEOREM

"Hey Walter Benjamin?" "Yes, Theodor Adorno?" "Do you want to hang out in some arcades and discuss the tenets of dialectical materialism (while smoking weed)?" "Why yes sir, as history is the cumulative effect of class struggles coupled with physical matter -- the beginning and end of everything -- then progress necessitates repetition." "Ah, and the culture industry manipulates the general public, engendering consent in docility. The same thing is offered to everybody by the standardized production of consumption goods." "Yeah, fuck this." "Let's go listen to Juvenile."