Godly Ganja
Mary Jane is a nun:
God tells me that he wants me smoke marijuana. He also tells me that giant penis-shaped worms from Alpha Centauri III will be invading Madagascar in 2022. They don't have spaceships, though; they'll be coming through a wormhole.
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Hey! Could I get a rimshot over here, please?!
"It’s a wonderful medicine I hope to share," co-owner Jenna Smale said in the space where she and her husband, Tim, see the beginnings of a thriving business.
"I’m doing what I’m here on earth to do."
God, the Smales said, wants them to sell marijuana to the sick.
God tells me that he wants me smoke marijuana. He also tells me that giant penis-shaped worms from Alpha Centauri III will be invading Madagascar in 2022. They don't have spaceships, though; they'll be coming through a wormhole.
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Hey! Could I get a rimshot over here, please?!
posted by Jar(egg)head at 16:08
3 Comments:
God tells me all kinds of things, though He hasn't said anything about marijuana yet. Which is strange since I do not believe in God.
As long as you are not here all week.
God told me to go into the wilderness of the blogosphere and try and convert some guys on a website. He said he would reveal himself in bread, wood, mold stains, and even china cabinets as a sign for them to repent from their wicked ways and come back to the Lord. Amen
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