This is pretty damn old.  I was having some issues at the time.  I was growing the dope in my basement, and my dad didnt like it too much because the house was always stinking like pot.  He would ask me "Why does it smell like pot down here?"  I told him it was because I just got done smoking pot.  Then he would say "Alright, thats it." and he would take off his belt and whip me with it.  It didnt hurt very much, but I would get belt welts all across my stupid body.  It was a little worse than spanking, but I dont really see the difference.  I wasnt even high though.  If I told him I was growing the dope in my closet though, he would get even more mad.  And he would have way more energy to whip me way more times with the belt.  IT usually lasted 10-15 minutes.  If he knew I was growing it as opposed to smoking it, I bet he could go on for like an hour though.  So better be safe than sorry.  And man was I sorry.  But not really.  I was drunk in the first place, and couldnt feel it.  So the jokes on him.  And to deal with my PTSD from all that, I throw rocks really hard at neighbors windows, and for some reason it helps me.  I will see you tomarrow.  But you wont see me.  I will be in your bushes, waiting to throw my rocks Ive been saving up all summer.

Throw Rocks

lol please excuse the wild mood swings :)
 


Throw Rocks

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