Oh, the life of a stoner, so carefree and bright,
With snacks at the ready and a couch that feels right.
The world’s a big canvas, a colorful scene,
Where every little thought’s a ridiculous dream.
Why worry about Mondays? They come every week;
When you’ve got your green buddy, you’re feeling unique.
The office can wait; I’ll just nap on this throne,
A kingdom of cushions—I’m never alone!
With friends by my side, oh what fun we create,
Exploring the depths of the fridge on our plate.
Is that mac and cheese? Or last night’s leftover?
In the stoner's domain, all food is a treasure trove!
And let’s not forget, the giggles galore,
A classic "knock-knock," then we’re rolling on the floor.
Every pun lands like a rocket from space,
When patterns evolve in the glow of your face!
“Did you see that cloud? It looks just like a dog!”
As I ponder the mysteries of fog in the bog.
Philosophers say that we’re lost in a haze,
But I swear I’ve unlocked some celestial phase!
So here’s to the stoners, us brave pioneers,
Navigating life with our bongs and our beers.
With laughter and snacks, and a high-five or two,
There’s nothing quite like it; it’s just us and you!
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