Cowboys don’t roll joints. They tumble weed.
Confession: I’ve been eating my kid’s dolls, all hopped up on Barbie chew ates. But I Ken stop at any time.
Pharmaceuticals is a vial industry.
My dad tried to fuel his car with Viagra. Erected pretty bad. Though I also heard the AAA is trying to pass off Viagra as fuel. I think they’re stiffing their members with that one! The cops pulled me over and said ‘Here, penis cup.’ Also, Viagra has a new celebrity spokesman. That’s right: Randy Johnson.
I hallucinated that I threw Mr. Poitier off a bridge. I should never have dropped a Sid.
When I’m high, my punctuation gets sloppy. It’s, like, a drug-induced comma.
PSAs for erectile dysfunction are so Viagravating.
In the old days, dealing Viagra could get you hung. Phallus profits were taboo.
The value of medicinal marijuana is a bit doobious. It shouldn’t be token seriously. Don’t get your nose out of joint, but there is a lot of spliffy new research that says so—420 new papers a year.
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Check out Pat’s performance at the 2009 O. Henry Pun-Off:
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