Dude, best pot movie.  “A Very Goofy Movie.”  It’s on Disney.  You got to put up with a lot of bullshit, but there’s so many potheads through it.  I’m serious, maybe not completely intentional…  But it’s got Pauly Shore, dude.  It’s got a dance scene.  Everyone is like, part dog, it’s crazy shit dude.  Fucking great.  It’s so for the parents who have to watch it with their parents.
Dude, you don’t need to rent it, just check out the Disney channel, I think it’s on a lot.  Dude, if I worte this movie it would go like this…  no, you can see how I would do this.  It’s like a pop culture mind trip.  You have to watch Disney growing up.  But who didn’t.  Disney, how could they be cool?
It’s early in the morning which is good.  It’s the “Zoog” movie, whatever the fuck that means.  How much would that suck, having to watch Disney to watch tv with your kids?  Dude, kids must be such a pop-culture life-drainer.  I’d probably either not use tv (he says now) or not use not use…  Shit.
But the point is, not to lose faith.
That’s what you’re always to say to when you lose your train of thought.  You know, when you’re spouting off.  Which is something we all do from time to time.
Oh, I know, give up pop culture entirely.  Becoming like completely removed.  But your kids will never survive escape.  And thus your kids will be removed…  Dude, goofy’s kid just told off his dad, it was painful.
HOLY SHIT.  Dude exactly 55 minutes into the movie comes the most insane… Oh jesus, bad trip…  Dude, it’s like the seventies youth.  ooooh shit.  I loves this movie.
It’s so crazy how wholesomeness can be so devoid of secrets.  Dude, but better yet, it’s aware, i mean this is crazy stuff.  Haha, coffee shops, this is so great.  This is totally what adults wonder go on.  or something.  Dude, that’s awesome, goofy uses that hick approach, when seventies chic loses out.  Haha, why are they exercising and reading?  haha.   haha, oh shit…  And they show the test results on a green board…  With the name “Goofy” and his straight A’s nice.
Dude, why didn’t he listen to the plan?
Sorry.  Why am I sorry?  I’m not sorry.  I’m so much, what can I say I am?  So much, I can say.  So, how much can I say, to say, can you see, how much I need to say?
Stay focus, young Maxie!  Dude, Goofy’s like the ubergoofdad though.  Kinda, I don’t know.
Can I talk about something else now?  No!  Stay focus, Maxie!  I don’t approve though of how ESPN would not step in and stop such obvious cheating.  I mean, a rocket-stapped backpack, that’s… oh my.
hahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahah.  Dude.
That was a hunprecent INSANE.  (Imagines scenario, still occasional smoker and father…  I don’t know why, when I’m almost completely sure I’ll grow out of this.  But okay, but how about I’m like Adam Sandler except not as old, and I get a kid for a while, except I don’t have to keep him, just keep him alive and not get caught doing anything illegal or my girlfriend will dump me, right?  Okay, so I know what I’ll watch with him, the girlfriend and I will be sitting behind him smoking a joint.  And they make the kid wear an Anthrax protection gas mask, that his parents had, because they were paranoid freaks, right?  Hahaha, that’s awesome…  Then he/I think about it, and I get the parents gas masks and make some kind of smoking apparati out of it.  Then it’s me the girlfriend and we’re sitting in gas masks, the kid in a gas mask, completely oblivious and completely absorbed in this, the greatest of all pot head movies of this day that started about an hour and a half ago.
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