I have smoked I do not know how many pounds of the evil weed. More than anyone should in a lifetime, I guess? Had to say. My mother used to ask my brother and I, "When is your enldless supply of pot ever going to run out?" Well, it ~was~ an endless supply, so my brother and I decided that the question was rhetorical. "Never, Mother!" Hell, we are *still* growing and smoking it today.
Back in those stoner daze, my brother was called Red and I was called Purple. We were known as the Pills Brothers. That was because there was a skit on the radio back then that we did at parties:
Hi, I'm Red...
And I'm Purple...
And we're the Pills Brothers.
We're here to tell you that there are some good drugs...
And there are some bad drugs...
And there are times for using them...
And there are times for not using them.
And hey brother, we're gonna use some, right now!
Upon which we would light one up.
Back in those stoner daze, my brother was called Red and I was called Purple. We were known as the Pills Brothers. That was because there was a skit on the radio back then that we did at parties:
Hi, I'm Red...
And I'm Purple...
And we're the Pills Brothers.
We're here to tell you that there are some good drugs...
And there are some bad drugs...
And there are times for using them...
And there are times for not using them.
And hey brother, we're gonna use some, right now!
Upon which we would light one up.
