Weed; a wild plant growing where it is not wanted and in competition with cultivated plants.
A lot of the definitions here are bull shit, saying that weed rots your brain, and you become a drooling idiot.
I have been a "stoner" for just over 5 years now, and have noticed no difference in my brain activity, have had no problem becoming a grade 1 computer engineer, earning £65,000 per annum, and have generally been able to enjoy my life.
You pathetic people saying it's a "loser" thing to do, need to grow up, and begin to live :)
Weed is the key to an enjoyable lifestyle.
by c4rlz September 18, 2006
One of the greatest quote that M/n L/n admires. The things weed and other sort of drugs have done to you—will continue to greet you with happiness and a good time. You're a top 1 student, a great shaped modafucker, handsome sexy man, heck even a milf and dilf puller, forever be a top.
Now, people are curious—what the hell do you do when you're out of your mind for a damn while?! Or—if you don't understand—when you're drugged and stoned as fuck. Great question!
Because there's a list:
Numero 1!
You created a band, and has become one of the most hits in the whole world!
Number 2!
A hook up monster. Still surprise you have gotten any of diseases—amen.
Number 3!
You are a goddamn celebrity with a shit ton of followers. I'm not kidding—you got Pacebook, Instafram, Switter, and the list goes on! You are damn star!
Number 4!
Believe it or not, fucking gymnastics too! Modafucker can do flips and parkour across buildings like goddamn Ninja Turtles
*cue the song*
Number 5!
He's fucking god. He knows every language in the whole entire world! You want Americans?! M/n can speak English! You want French fries?! He knows French too! You like pizza? Ooohhhh—he knows Italian too!
Number 6–
A damn traveller. I'm not talking about that cheating shit with basketball, I'm saying you can find him anywhere. I'm not joking. "..."
As much as I, the author, would like to continue—I have to end it here due to continuing the story. So lastly—everyone knows that M/n, you, have the looks of lord have mercy Jesus Christ! And of course—money is also important. I think you get the idea for where this is going...
Daniel...is in a very heavy situation at the moment...you see, his dumbass got involved with the life of being a hostess...and I'm not saying those that stand in front of the restaurant to then lead you to your table, oh no no...the man is using his looks for money. He needs it...he's broke. M/n will definitely understand. Although, as much as his weak and clueless actions that had been taken him to advantage...he wanted to make an excuse to leave—that never happened! He was in a tight spot that there was no chance to do so! But before he could do anything or say anything—the doors of the room were slammed open.
"Today! Is the anniversary of our king!!!" Daniel paused, 'Huh??' One of the man cried out loud, showing a picture that had cause Daniel to gawk at the photo. "Our boss has been missing!" "Oh, where has that handsome man gone too!?"
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FanfictionM/n L/n, a very wise man, and let's say a very straight forward one as well. The man only wanted to be left alone, but his attractiveness, smart mouth, good fighting skills, and rude comments only pulled attention towards him, and he hated that. Bu...
