AND NOW, A TOTAL MASTERPIECE!

(Or waste of time, depending on your viewpoint)

Super Stoner

&

Bong Boy

Disclaimer: Captain Boek does not support drug use in any way, shape, or form… Well, other than caffeine and prescription medication.

Editor Note: The name Super Stoner was Colonel Ketchup's idea, the rest was Captain Boek's. Colonel Ketchup edited and typed the story (because Captain Boek's a newbie!).

            Now we start our epic saga…

            One day, shortly after his 6th hour class, Nada Tusmart, a 15 year old, found himself with his friends outside. By found, I mean he just realized where he was.

            His friend was fried again, and said "Dude, want some, I found it on side of the road."

            Of course it was pot, and in an interesting package. Nada didn't read the package though. He just smoked it, using his math homework as the paper.

            After Nada sat there for awhile, he shrieked in pain. "Dude, what's wrong?" Said his friend.

            "I was just thinking… It hurt my head." Anyways, after much painful thinking, Nada stopped. He also got high and missed 7th hour, which of course, was a test. He also missed the bus, and had to walk home, high as a kite.

            Suddenly, a truck hits him. This was because he was in the middle of the road, but he was hit nonetheless. He got smushed against a wall.

            "Dude, are you OK?" Said a hippy, from Albuquerque, where coincidentally, is where they were now.

(A/N: As you read, the author is singing Albuquerque by "Weird Al" Yankovic)

            "How the f@$# did I survive that." Said Nada, pushing the 2,000-pound, wide load, semi-truck off of his flattened body.

            "Dude, you smoked my stash!" Said the Hippy.

            "Wha'…" Said Nada, trying not to think, because that hurt.

            "Your friend found my stash, and you smoked it, and now I'm out 50 bucks. Man, that was supposed to be the wackiest weed of all." The hippy said, looking bummed.

            Nada pulled the wrapper out of his pocket.

Wacko Weed

Dude, we totally forgot our slogan.

Uh, may cause powers and stuff in humans…