Marihuana killed my mother... and raped my father.
Some are born to sweet deleight
Some are born to endless night
Marihuana killed my mother... and raped my father.
Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
I move that we charge the tobacco industry infinity billion dollars!
Thats the spirit, but I think a real number might be more effective.
we are so cool
Forget it! Nobody is going to get him! Long gone. DEVIN HESTER YOU ARE RIDICULOUS!
-Jeff Joniak after Hester's second return against St. Louis
this man is DIRTY
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