At four-twenty, the clocks align,
With a wink and a nod, it’s party time!
Gather round, friends, it’s time for a cheer,
Let’s ignite the good vibes and spread the good cheer.
Grab your papers, your pipes, and your bowls,
We’re about to embark on our lofty strolls.
Some roll them tight, while others fly loose,
But the smoke in the air? That’s the real juice!
Oh, the rituals—what a sight to behold,
With snacks piled high and stories retold.
One shouts, “Dude, did you see that last meme?”
While another zones out, lost in their dream.
We pass it around like a ceremonial game,
Each hit gets louder, and each laugh feels the same.
But wait! What’s this? A sudden brain freeze?
That’s just our buddy, who spaced out with ease!
The munchies kick in, oh what a delight,
Chips, cookies, pizza—everything’s in sight!
But count on one friend with an empty bag,
“Did I eat all the snacks? Man, I’m such a drag!”
As the minutes tick on and the sun starts to dip,
We share deep thoughts while we each take a sip.
Life's mysteries unravel, like a well-rolled joint,
“Is a hot dog a sandwich?”—that’s the main point!
So let’s raise our tokes for this sacred hour,
For laughter and friendship have immense power.
At four-twenty, we find our bliss,
It’s more than just smoke, it’s a moment we miss!
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