the story about a man and his box...
There was ones a man with a box, this was not any box, this was the box of lala-land, the story takes place in hes box, when you enter his box you get into a diffrent world...
sam (the man with the box) was out shopping one day and whanted some weed, but he dident find any dealers, so he went on home and when he had past bankstreet 4 he saw an aly, he went in the aly fo no reason, he just felt like that was the thing to do, when he came in he saw a man, the man was olé. hes friend from jr high, he sed to olé- hey dude! whats up?
-nothin just chillin, hey dude, you whant a box, olé said, sam thought he was on weed, but he was wasted himslef so he said- yea buddy! give me your box dude.
so sam got the box from olé, and went on home.
when sam got home he was wondering why he got this fucking box from olé, so he said yo himself- hey! i should try to get in the box!
that was a dumb idéa...
sam entered the box and thought its a little cold in here... what he dident realiz that he was in the northpole(!) he had in some magic way travelled almost half the glob....in his box!!! he got out from the box and saw a big, hairy, ugly thing...it was a eskimoe!, the eskimoe got him to a house near by so he coud chill a little, then he went back to the box and tryed to get home....
well that dident happen!
Sam came to jamica, and he tought he gone crazy, he looked at his whatch, it was already 6am, he walked some on the beach he had "landed" on, and came to a camp, he dident belive his eyes! it was weed!!! lot, and lots of weed!!! every were, weed! to the right-weed! to the left-weed! even in the trees-weed!!! he thoght he had died and went to heaven!
so he walked on un-stedy knees, in to the camp, and met with 2 high dudes, the first one was a tall dude with rasta hair, the other was a short fat dude, with a cap.
sam- hey! were am i??????
bubba- dude, i have nooooo idea....
rat- dude, i think your in jamica or somthin'.
sam- okay.... kan i buy some weed from you guys?? it looks like i gonna be away for a while so...
rat- hey dude! sit down and smoke with us! you know, me casa, su casa dude! me weed, your weed... haha!
bubba- rat, this is gooooood stuff...
sam- okay i guess i can smoke one joint...
sam dident just smoke one joint, he smoked a hole bag before he left, then he got in to the box and got goin again..
this time he landed in sweden, but he dident realiz that untill he got to the city hall, so he thought... i got weed, i got money...hmm...what shall i do???
sam thoght, he could buy a plane ticket back to jursey, but that maybe hard... but he toked a shot, and soon he was on arlanda, so he bougth the ticket, and whent home, when he got home, he realized he dident ewen leve the box.....
that was some good weed!
the end!