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(via chronicmeds)
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Okay guys, this is your last chance.
Contest ends in 30 minutes. Reblog the picture guessing how many plugs are in the jar, three people will win a free pair of plugs of there choice. You must be following us for your vote to count.
My guess is 27! haha
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My friend bought firecrackers at the gas station…
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(via carissajadebyrne)
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1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin. 1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad. 1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. 2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons. EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS ...Or just its bad slang. Grits are cigarettes, and chickens are kilos of coke. He's saying he works where he makes good money. Smoking cigarretts, selling kilos of coke, and has 1 or more yellow corvettes. Gucci Mane is just Gucci Mane. He doesn't count haha -
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(Source: potandpotter, via chronicmeds)
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(via smokin-ondat-kush)
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Sick Live Dubstep.
I want one of these pads. This is awesome.
