Thanks probie for hooking that up. I would love to promote a video of yours, but it seems you don't have any. Anyway, I have a power point at your disposal. Just let me know what to do with it.

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Just click through to YouTube, it's right there:

The movie starts, "Sweet Emotion"'s playing in the background,
kids are smoking weed with Slater, man he's such a class clown,
all the cars are full of beer, Bacardi and liquor,
because tonight there is a giant house party at Pickford's,
it's the last day of school, Slater is trippin,
Tony had a weird dream and tells Mike he should listen,
in his dream he had a naked girl her boobies were decent,
but then the naked body's head belonged to Abraham Lincoln, whoa,
Don gives Randal Pink a pledge sheet for football that says
he can't do drugs while Benny's making a paddle,
Jodi begs the guys to not hurt her brother Mitch Kramer
but they still plan to, damn they're such assholes,
they breaking it down, for the football coach, "You have to use a substance?
Randal Pink you better be giving yourself an attitude adjustment,"
so they drive up to the middle school to make a big announcement
Mitchy Mitchty Mitchy do not run don't think about it
Mitch asks the teacher if they can escape through the back
"50 going on a mission, 25 aint coming back,"
school is over but they're gettng chased like fuck it lets be out,
Carl's mom pulls out a gun "but miss there's ruffians about,"
("AIRRAID YOU FRESHMEN BITCHES!!!!")
they're smoking weed in Pickford's room,
the beer man brought the kegs too soon,
the party's canceled, ruining the plans that were in store,
cuz if you go to Pickford's house and knock his dad answers the door,
Hitch is at his game hes pitchin and hes terrified
oh holy shit he looks up in the bleachers and right theres the guys
they catch him and the bend him over beat him til his fanny's pink
now he can hardly walk and so he gets a ride from Randy Pink,
they pick him up later like he's a foolish little kid
"you got a joint?" "no i do not," "well it'd be cooler if you did"
alright alright alright, theres Wooderson hes such a crazy fool
they go to the emporium to meet some girls and play some pool
you leave the dance, you can't come back
but fuck it those kids didn't care
they wanna walk around a bit but Herschfelder was "gettin there"
now they're gettin chased and they get licked by O'Bannon
wee wee wee squeeal like a pig oh my god they cannot stand him
now they're breakin mailboxes with cans that's meant for trash
get a gun pulled on em fuck this old man Pickford hit the gas
they get revenge on Obannon,with hardy laughter dude scours,
Wooderson plotted a beerbust, awesome party at the moon tower!
president George Washington was not a homosapien
ain't you ever heard that song? the presidents were aliens
Mitch and Julie hit it off, theyre prolly gonna get it on,
the beer is flowin nicely then abruptly everything went wrong
smells like someone's smokin reefer! i'm the one thats smokin reefer,
push him, sucker punch him, oopsie daisies put him in the sleeper
dominant alpha male mothafucker you fuckin disgust me i hate your guts,
he's kickin his ass hes punchin and kickin and killin him til they break it up
god damn it, he's lucky that he's still alive,
stupid mothafucka had to ruin shit and kill the vibe,
the party's over, keg is tapped, it's get up in the car time
lets go smoke a joint right on the 50 fuckin yard line!
break down! giggling! party in the hot night!
mustve been too loud or something theres a fuckin cop light
cops are talkin shit like they can smell beer and smell smoke
randy floyd is gettin high well wait til i go tell coach!
coach comes, mad as hell, randy pink, let's speak,
ditch your loser friends right now and sign your freakin pledge sheet,
sorry coach i got a speech for you it goes like this,
ya see i might play football in the fall but nope i wont sign this, peace!
mitch and julie making out until the sun rise,
mama grabs him by the ear you'reo ff the hook this one time,
mitchell are you drunk right now? heck no mom,
happy end mitch kramer goes to sleep with headphones on>> ^eric3579:

A promote to the sifter who can track down the lyrics to this song.

Just click through to YouTube, it's right there:

The movie starts, "Sweet Emotion"'s playing in the background,
kids are smoking weed with Slater, man he's such a class clown,
all the cars are full of beer, Bacardi and liquor,
because tonight there is a giant house party at Pickford's,
it's the last day of school, Slater is trippin,
Tony had a weird dream and tells Mike he should listen,
in his dream he had a naked girl her boobies were decent,
but then the naked body's head belonged to Abraham Lincoln, whoa,
Don gives Randal Pink a pledge sheet for football that says
he can't do drugs while Benny's making a paddle,
Jodi begs the guys to not hurt her brother Mitch Kramer
but they still plan to, damn they're such assholes,
they breaking it down, for the football coach, "You have to use a substance?
Randal Pink you better be giving yourself an attitude adjustment,"
so they drive up to the middle school to make a big announcement
Mitchy Mitchty Mitchy do not run don't think about it
Mitch asks the teacher if they can escape through the back
"50 going on a mission, 25 aint coming back,"
school is over but they're gettng chased like fuck it lets be out,
Carl's mom pulls out a gun "but miss there's ruffians about,"
("AIRRAID YOU FRESHMEN BITCHES!!!!")
they're smoking weed in Pickford's room,
the beer man brought the kegs too soon,
the party's canceled, ruining the plans that were in store,
cuz if you go to Pickford's house and knock his dad answers the door,
Hitch is at his game hes pitchin and hes terrified
oh holy shit he looks up in the bleachers and right theres the guys
they catch him and the bend him over beat him til his fanny's pink
now he can hardly walk and so he gets a ride from Randy Pink,
they pick him up later like he's a foolish little kid
"you got a joint?" "no i do not," "well it'd be cooler if you did"
alright alright alright, theres Wooderson hes such a crazy fool
they go to the emporium to meet some girls and play some pool
you leave the dance, you can't come back
but fuck it those kids didn't care
they wanna walk around a bit but Herschfelder was "gettin there"
now they're gettin chased and they get licked by O'Bannon
wee wee wee squeeal like a pig oh my god they cannot stand him
now they're breakin mailboxes with cans that's meant for trash
get a gun pulled on em fuck this old man Pickford hit the gas
they get revenge on Obannon,with hardy laughter dude scours,
Wooderson plotted a beerbust, awesome party at the moon tower!
president George Washington was not a homosapien
ain't you ever heard that song? the presidents were aliens
Mitch and Julie hit it off, theyre prolly gonna get it on,
the beer is flowin nicely then abruptly everything went wrong
smells like someone's smokin reefer! i'm the one thats smokin reefer,
push him, sucker punch him, oopsie daisies put him in the sleeper
dominant alpha male mothafucker you fuckin disgust me i hate your guts,
he's kickin his ass hes punchin and kickin and killin him til they break it up
god damn it, he's lucky that he's still alive,
stupid mothafucka had to ruin shit and kill the vibe,
the party's over, keg is tapped, it's get up in the car time
lets go smoke a joint right on the 50 fuckin yard line!
break down! giggling! party in the hot night!
mustve been too loud or something theres a fuckin cop light
cops are talkin shit like they can smell beer and smell smoke
randy floyd is gettin high well wait til i go tell coach!
coach comes, mad as hell, randy pink, let's speak,
ditch your loser friends right now and sign your freakin pledge sheet,
sorry coach i got a speech for you it goes like this,
ya see i might play football in the fall but nope i wont sign this, peace!
mitch and julie making out until the sun rise,
mama grabs him by the ear you'reo ff the hook this one time,
mitchell are you drunk right now? heck no mom,
happy end mitch kramer goes to sleep with headphones on>> ^eric3579:

A promote to the sifter who can track down the lyrics to this song.

I've been shot right out the sky
Navigating miles high
I'm just a ray of sound
Yeah look what I found
On my brand new journey into sound
I know you'll find piece of mind
On my punk paste race into space
I'm the silver surfer hearin' lucifer
Lay on the ground and nobody dies
Paradise is the place where the devil does his damndest
I'm the catalyst
A psychedelic twist
Like a dynamite reefer
I'll make you sweat and curse
As we travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
Lets travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
I'll keep travelling
Chasing the shadows
This ain't a game
We're coming by stealth
You know I got wealth
Brain carnage self

Speeding neck and neck with my own vision
Real clean incision
We'll be dancing frenzies
Slaughters visions
I'm a hot wet dripping psychedelic incision
Zeroes pure vision
This is stranger than fiction
A greater addiction
We'll never wish to never recover
I'm a skunk of a different stripe
And tonight
I'm gonna take flight
I'll take you on a journey into tomorrow
And together we'll banish all pain and sorrow.


I'm just a ray of sound sound
A ray of sound
Just a ray a ray a ray a ray a ray of sound
I'm just a ray of sound sound
A ray of sound
A sound sound sound sound a ray of sound

GTFO reefers

Where are their respirators? We wouldn't want anyone in the process of destroying that vile weed to endanger themselves by accidentally inhaling the toxic vapors wafting from that pyre. For heaven's sake hasn't anyone seen Reefer Madness, those men could go crazy and murder people!

Won't someone think of the CHILDREN!!!!!

>> ^rougy:
Q: "So do you feel like you're making any headway?"
A: "Oh, absolutely."
What a fucking idiot. Those jerks don't care about anything but having a job where they can look tough and carry around a gun.

You mean, where they can have a job? Seriously, how much knowledge does it really take to be one of these agents. They have the drug knowledge you can get as a middle schooler and the weapons skills of a overzealous gun-nut. Other than that they know how to put on a uniform and tie their boots up tight. They are a waste of space.

Actually it's an eye-witness report of an actual disturbing and dangerous phenomenon that goes away once you legalize marijuana. Hardly the brainless reefer-madness reporting the title makes it out to be...

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Reefer Madness, anyone?

>> ^Darkhand:
I agree with Hollywood bob.
So here's a debate for everyone!
Gay Marriage vs Legalization of Pot, which should happen first!?


Both topics can be boiled down to the same root issue: closed-minded, fear mongering, totalitarian fascists, trying to exert their prudish will over the behaviors others. As some of us see it, both as they stand are a violation of civil rights. A citizen should have the right to do what they please with who or what they please as long as all parties involved agree. No one is forcing anyone to smoke weed, and no one is forcing people to get married if they don't wish it.

Basically if everyone would just stick to the things that directly effect them and their families, we'd all live much happier lives.

The funny thing is that the vast majority of people arguing against legalization of both, could probably benefit from a little of both. I know there's quite a few GOP members of Congress that would be much happier if they could marry a dude and smoke some reefer.

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>> ^KnivesOut:
Interesting take on the illegality, that it was for racist reasons. I haven't that before.


Southern white-supremacist senators, congressmen and law enforcement pushed for criminalization to drive out the Mexican population by taking away their biggest cash crops, and tossing the perps in jail.

The propoganda from Harry Anslinger in the 20s and 30s pushed ideas that "negros" high on marijuana were impervious to .32 caliber bullets. Also, they attacked the jazz scene in New Orleans warning that whites and blacks were dancing in "teahouses" together to their crazy jungle music, and these scary black reefer smokers were coming to get your wife next!


“When some beet field peon takes a few traces of this stuff… he thinks he has just been elected president of Mexico, so he starts out to execute all his political enemies..All Mexicans are crazy, and this stuff [marijuana] is what makes them crazy.”