Stoner may refer to:
Cameron Jibril Thomaz (born September 8, 1987), better known by the stage name Wiz Khalifa, is an American rapper. He released his debut album, Show and Prove, in 2006, and signed to Warner Bros. Records in 2007. His Eurodance-influenced single, "Say Yeah", received urban radio airplay, charting on the Rhythmic Top 40 and Hot Rap Tracks charts in 2008. Khalifa parted with Warner Bros. and released his second album, Deal or No Deal, in November 2009. He released the mixtape Kush and Orange Juice as a free download in April 2010; he then signed with Atlantic Records. He is also well known for his debut single for Atlantic, "Black and Yellow", which peaked at number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100. His debut album for the label, Rolling Papers, was released on March 29, 2011.
Khalifa was born on September 8, 1987 to a mother and a father serving in the military. His parents divorced when Khalifa was about three years old. His parents' military service caused him to move regularly: Khalifa lived in Germany, the United Kingdom, and Japan before settling in Pittsburgh where he attended Taylor Allderdice High School.
Casey Stoner (born 16 October 1985) is an Australian professional motorcycle racer, best known for being a two-time MotoGP World Champion, in 2007 and 2011.
Born in Kurri Kurri, New South Wales, Australia and raised in Southport, Queensland, Stoner raced from a young age and moved to the United Kingdom to pursue a racing career. After first competing internationally in 2002, Stoner became MotoGP World Champion in 2007 for Ducati Corse and won a second world championship title in 2011 for Repsol Honda. Prior to the 2012 French Grand Prix, Stoner announced that he would retire from Grand Prix racing at the conclusion of the 2012 season.
He competed in his first race was when he was four years old, in an under-nine years old race at the Mike Hatcher's dirt racing track on the Gold Coast of Australia. Between his very first race win at the age of nine and the age of fourteen, Stoner won 41 dirt and long track titles and 70 state titles.
One feat he achieved that illustrates his passion and "need" for racing was at age twelve. Over one weekend he raced in 5 different categories in all 7 rounds of each capacity; a weekend consisting of 35 different races. Not only did he compete in all these categories and different engine capacities, the young Casey Stoner went on to win 32 out of the 35 races. There were five Australian titles to be won that weekend, Stoner won all five.
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A college student is horrified when he believes he has overslept and is at risk for missing his last final. Fearing he will disappoint his parents (and their investment), he sprints to his classroom. On the way he encounters an eclectic array of prospective and enrolled college students, each with an amusing perspective of college life. Will our hero reach his final on time? Will he make his parents proud, and will he realize the true meaning of being "money well spent"? "The Final Hour" is a poignant glimpse of a stressed student's life filmed entirely on the campus of the University of Colorado at Boulder, and features the talents of Patrick Behan, Mark Crawford, and Matt Schultz with original music by Mark Crawford.
Keywords: college, final, university-of-colorado
Will Stacey and the gang escape the slaughterhouse and the legend of Marty Sickle?
He's back from the past to pick up the pieces.
Repeat The History.
Molly Keller: For a time there I wasn't thinking clearly. I was confused. In limbo. I mean, this is 1888, right? I knew I was Jack. Cunning Jack. Quiet Jack. Jack's my name. Jack whose sword never sleeps. Not the good shepherd. Not the prince of peace. I'm right Jack. Spring out Jack. Saucy Jack. Jack from Hell. Trade name: Jack the Ripper.
Marshall Kane: What if I told you I was going to murder one of you today? What if everything I have accomplished in my field thus far was a vicarious way to experience what I'm really drawn to? And what if the truth is that I've studied serial killers all my life because subconciously I wanted to be one... but was too scared to admit it? And what if I had medicated myself for years, seen psychoanalysts to repress this desire and finally, two weeks ago, stopped taking the medication and decided to step into the abyss?
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A boy from Pawtucket, Rhode Island, caught up in the drug scene of the mid-70s, gets in trouble one too many times with the law. To stave off a jail term, his father arranges for him to be placed into a prep school in Cornwall, Connecticut. The terms: Graduate, or else.
Keywords: 1970s, abandoned-house, american-football, arizona, bar, bare-chested-male, based-on-novel, baton-twirler, bb-gun, beach
Tim's getting a future...whether he likes it or not!
There once was a boy from Pawtucket...
Timothy Dunphy: What's a prep school?::Old Man Dunphy: It's to prepare you for not getting your neck broke by me.
Dean Mort: Mr. Dunphy, do you have a friend called "Drugs"?::Timothy Dunphy: Drugs Delaney?::Mr. Funderberk: How many individuals named drugs could you possibly associate with?::Timothy Dunphy: Just one.::Dean Mort: Yesterday we received a letter addressed simply to Cornwall Academy, Cornwall, Connecticut. So naturally we, we opened it and read it. You might want to sit down. It begins, "Greetings Dunph. What's happening? I got your letter today. Cornhole Academy sounds like it really sucks the big one. I can't believe they make everyone work a lot and not smoke. You should tell that piece of shit Thunderturd to shove it. You didn't want to go there in the first place. Eat shit, man.::Drugs Delaney: The camera cuts to Drugs writing the letter - Today you should've seen me and Mousy today at school today. I got cocked on a pint of Blackberry brandy, ate some THC on the bus. We were fucked. This teacher Mr. Rivera goes, "What's wrong with you Delaney?" I go, "I'm totally fucked, maaaaan!" Everybody laughed like a bastard. Oh man, you should see this song I'm listenin' to. It's called "Don't Bogart That Joint, My Friend." I think it's by a group called...::Dean Mort: This is a couple of hours later. Must have nodded out, man.::Drugs Delaney: I gotta go 'cause I'm probably definitely gonna nod out again.::Dean Mort: Want me to send you some squeef? Or you got enough? Good luck not getting caught. Cocked in Rhode Island, Drugs. P.S. - Oh yes, there's a postscript you might be interested in - Mousy says he stinkfingered Bunny Cote. As you might imagine Mr. Dunphy, this is, this is, this fairly incriminating. And, uh, technically you have not breached any of Cornwall Academy's rules, but you can bet your bottom dollar, Mister, we'll be keeping an eye on you.
Old Man Dunphy: Making sex is like a Chinese dinner: It ain't over 'til you both get your cookies.
Mr. Funderberk: These are the rules, listen carefully: No smoking, no drinking, no drugs. No sex. No cheating. No lying, no gambling, no matches.::Timothy Dunphy: No shit!::Mr. Funderberk: No swearing.
Tommy the Wire: You wouldn't know a classy broad if she took a dump on your head.
Old Man Dunphy: What are you two knuckleheads up to?::Tim: Going out.::Old Man Dunphy: What you gonna do?::Tim: Hang around.::Old Man Dunphy: When you gonna come back?::Tim: Later.::Old Man Dunphy: Now, was that so hard?
Timothy Dunphy: Brown University? They got one of those in Providence!
[Dunphy rolls a joint]::Jane Weston: Put that away! It's time to study.::Timothy Dunphy: No, really, I study better when I'm stoned. It's like my brain becomes more focused or something.::Jane Weston: Yeah, right. You haven't gotten higher than a D since you've been here.::Timothy Dunphy: That's cause there's no good weed around here!
Timothy Dunphy: Maybe he'll get lucky. Maybe, when ya die, there's just nothin'.
Timothy Dunphy: My brother's in a wheel chair because of a freak accident as a kid. One day we were playing touch football and he fell off the roof.
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The local highschool is threatened to be closed, unless they collect $200,000. The students' president Melissa struggles to collect the money, but lacks the support from her fellow students. So she accepts when car fetishist Dylan suggests to bet on him in car races against underworld king Phatman. At first everything goes well - too well ...
Keywords: american-football, automobile, automobile-racing, betting, car-wash, class-differences, college-bound, dancing, detention, drag-racing
A Rebel. A Legend. A Romance. The Ultimate Race!
If you can't win the race, move the finish line.
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A parody of TV and old movies in the tradition of Kentucky Fried Movie and Amazon Women on the Moon. The genres skewered here include cartoons (featuring a Cat and Mouse team from the 40's now living in a retirement home and crabbing about cartoons nowadays), old serial adventures, horror movies and science fiction flicks.
Keywords: alien, detective, flash-gordon, independent-film, part-animation, sketch-comedy, spoof
She should call me,
I should phone her,
But I'm too shaky,
And she's a stoner.
I'm so friendly,
She's a loner,
I'm on eccy,
She's a stoner.
I haven't got it.
I haven't got it.
I never lost it,
I never had it.
(I'm takin' you to hell)
She likes TV,
Her name's Mona,
I get frisky,
But she's a stoner.
She gets hungry,
Calls me over,
"bring me sweet things,"
She's a stoner.
Spanish family,
Barcelona,
She's my gypsy,
She's a stoner.
He looks shifty,
Drinks corona,
Sells her fifty,
She's a stoner.
She's your mystery organ doner,
You get her kidney, you're a stoner.
Sing it with me,
Sing it slower,
Are you ready?
Shes...
A...
Haunting my inner vision
Blackening light
By blood I inherited this war
Just my will keeps me alive
Beating myself blind
Stoned into infinity
Crushing against the wall
It's like a raging pestilence this fight
Away
From this inner decay
Away
From your dismay
prejudice is stalking me
Grinning in my face
Burning the last part of me
I'm beyond the point of no return
Lunacy lies near
Breathing down my spine
Raging inside this temple
Manifesting cold remains of fear
Haunting my inner vision
Blackening light
By blood I inherited this war
Just my will keeps me alive
Beating myself blind
Stoned into infinity
Crushing against the wall
It's like a raging pestilence this fight
Away
From this inner decay
Away
From your dismay
prejudice is stalking me
Grinning in my face
Burning the last part of me
I'm beyond the point of no return
Lunacy lies near
Breathing down my spine
Raging inside this temple