a country in the shape of bob marley's head that a whole bunch of convicts from maryland, that live on an island, all they do is smoke the mary-j-wanna, the national flower is purple haze, and the national bird is the pirate parrot.
Bri: when i die i'm going to go to rastica, fuck that christian shit.

Nick: hell yeah, me too.
by nikolausss July 11, 2008
Get the Rastica mug.