Get the Led Zep out!

It's a small farm community in central Texas founded 1854 by a semi-illiterate man named Buff Tucker, who filled out the Application for Community Status Form incorrectly.

Paul Lynde seemed like a pretty decent guy, although I have to admit I know nothing of what he was like when he wasn't performing. Maybe he was horrible. I'm just going to assume he wasn't.

They're super duper twee.

Sure, if you want to do it the easy way.

I thought that movie was okay except for the strangely jarring violence of the Samuel L. Jackson character.

I have a hard time keeping my purple tube straight.

Also a lot of crap, so it evens out.

I can teleport away from danger, also. Just watch…

For an accused murderer, he's cute as a button.

That's what makes weed so fun. For an overly intelligent person, it gives you a chance to just be stupid for a while. It's a lot less stressful.

*Snoop squints at you, possibly smiling*

Are these people going to share prison food recipes? Like how to make "spread," or brew a nice sangria in the terlet?

Sounds like Master Shake to me.

I thought Tosh.0 was responsible for Internet redemptions.

I have never heard a ghost say boo. They usually mumble something nearly incoherent about their mothers or where a treasure is buried.

Rubber Band Man!

Man I wish I was high. Maybe later this evening. Feels like a good evening to get staggering around, seeing shit out of the corner of my eye, tingling in the junk kind of high.

He apparently has a lot of money to piss away on personal whims.

Who are these people?