i feel like if the doctor cant figure out whats wrong with you you shouldn’t hve to pay
(via witchydarling)
We are the guardians of the doinks. If you wish to smoke the fattest doinks with us, you must answer a riddle.
What is your riddle ye gods of olde?
Many have smoked me, yet few can roll me. I won’t smoke back unless burned with fire. What am I?
Could the answer to your vexing riddle be: the devil’s lettuce?
You may smoke these Doinks with us.
(via shinyskeledirges)