by hirolito October 08, 2023
by Hym Iam February 22, 2024
God's cotton. Is the most potent Danky dank of the dankiest of dank.
This sativa strain is only grown in Mooresville IN
This sativa strain is only grown in Mooresville IN
Friend:Hey man wanna get some gods cotton?
Bruh: nah bro I was nodding out on that bud besides I got more right here
Friend: you didn't smoke it all?
Bruh: impossible nobody can smoke that much not even god himself
Friend: ....
Bruh: well maybe..
Friend: only one way to find out
(Conclusion: they took one toke and passed out)
Bruh: nah bro I was nodding out on that bud besides I got more right here
Friend: you didn't smoke it all?
Bruh: impossible nobody can smoke that much not even god himself
Friend: ....
Bruh: well maybe..
Friend: only one way to find out
(Conclusion: they took one toke and passed out)
by DaddyDankmaster February 25, 2017
by Hohlraum October 03, 2023
The gods or goddesses taking care of stoners who may be dry. They present offerings during dry times, which manifest as dime bags on sidewalks, or a big nug you find in the carpet.
by EYELND May 10, 2023
by racistniggaaacunm July 13, 2024
is the god of penis though with that name you would think. Connection terminated.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth.
If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift.
Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume.
Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here.
Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize.
You don't even realize that you are trapped.
Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles.
Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber.
Always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them, none of you will.
This is where your story ends.
End communication.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth.
If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift.
Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume.
Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here.
Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize.
You don't even realize that you are trapped.
Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles.
Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber.
Always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them, none of you will.
This is where your story ends.
End communication.
Erectuilas, God of Penis is pretty cool
by TheCoolerLeo June 30, 2024