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Hehe, to add to your twist at the end of the story. One time my friend was buying a dutch from the gas station and a cop came in while it was on the counter. He proceeded to say to my friend, "so you're just smoking one blunt tonight?" Oh man did I laugh when I heard that.
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When I need relief I spell it THC. Perhaps you may know vaguely what I mean. I sit back and smoke away huge chunks of memory As I slowly inflict upon myself a full lobotomy.
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