cannabisculture.com, where do you go?

moxtox

moxtox

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Tried to log on to one of my favourite sites today and the server seems to be totally down. Anybody know whats going on, this reminds me of other sites that have been taken down.


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moxtox

moxtox

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Seriously dude, what kind of useless fucking response is that? You even have the fuckin website, why not just go there, rather than inquiring?
 
pandabear

pandabear

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Cannabis Culture is where the Prince of Pot resides, you shall pay homage to this man for his works. His enemies abound. They go By 3 call letters:

The Letter A
The Letter E
& The letter D

The letter D is loved by all of the Prince's men

The letter E is hated by all his subjects

But the Letter A, oh that letter A, that is the one that binds us all in its grips, and taxes our pockets.

They shall not vanquish our prince in Vancouver, nor shall they stop us at the straits of Gibraltar, or even on the precipice of the cliffs of the great Canna......Da

Now go! GO I SAY! Go!! To their world wide shelter and ask for your mission!!

For it shall be done. On earth as it is in Heaven. Be gone my child!!! BE GONE!!! BE GONE AND FIGGGGHHHHT!!!!!!!!!!! Fight for your life my friend!! For one day it shall be no more!!............No more than a sorted mess of wrinkled flesh!!!!!!!!! No more than the site and smell of living death..... which is now at your quiet doorstep......Regret??........regret.

Or shall you never see that day??? SHALL YOU GO!!!! AND COME!!! AND SEE THE PRINCES' WAY!!!!???

For you my child are the only one who can save.....who can dig and pick and work the graves. Of your fellow soldier man, plant your seeds and BATTLE ON!!!!!! throw your sleeves up and let them come!! LET THEM COME!!!! for there are still more to slay.....for there are still more to save.....for there are more for you to blaze!!!!

So they can also see your light......The soldiers come from far and wide, the borders run and bleed like dye, the orphans of another time shall rise above the thin blue line and leave their message on their doors and shout across the streets and shores to state your claims like Paul Revere and let the blindness disappear and let the sick men come and go and let them breath their happy smoke

So let them seethe and call it dope!!!!!! and let them spend their weight in gold!!!!! for never shall they come to see

Their delusion of war..........become Victory


*Paid for by the church of the later day saints
 
Sabud

Sabud

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pandabear said:
Cannabis Culture is where the Prince of Pot resides, you shall pay homage to this man for his works. His enemies abound. They go By 3 call letters:

The Letter A
The Letter E
& The letter D

The letter D is loved by all of the Prince's men

The letter E is hated by all his subjects

But the Letter A, oh that letter A, that is the one that binds us all in its grips, and taxes our pockets.

They shall not vanquish our prince in Vancouver, nor shall they stop us at the straits of Gibraltar, or even on the precipice of the cliffs of the great Canna......Da

Now go! GO I SAY! Go!! To their world wide shelter and ask for your mission!!

For it shall be done. On earth as it is in Heaven. Be gone my child!!! BE GONE!!! BE GONE AND FIGGGGHHHHT!!!!!!!!!!! Fight for your life my friend!! For one day it shall be no more!!............No more than a sorted mess of wrinkled flesh!!!!!!!!! No more than the site and smell of living death..... which is now at your quiet doorstep......Regret??........regret.

Or shall you never see that day??? SHALL YOU GO!!!! AND COME!!! AND SEE THE PRINCES' WAY!!!!???

For you my child are the only one who can save.....who can dig and pick and work the graves. Of your fellow soldier man, plant your seeds and BATTLE ON!!!!!! throw your sleeves up and let them come!! LET THEM COME!!!! for there are still more to slay.....for there are still more to save.....for there are more for you to blaze!!!!

So they can also see your light......The soldiers come from far and wide, the borders run and bleed like dye, the orphans of another time shall rise above the thin blue line and leave their message on their doors and shout across the streets and shore to state your claims like Paul Revere and let the blindness disappear and let the sick men come and go and let them breath their happy smoke

So let them seethe and call it dope!!!!!! and let them spend their weight in gold!!!!! for never shall they come to see their delusion of war..........become Victory


*Paid for by the church of the later day saints
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I'll have what hes smoking.
 
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