[And from the Nexus there arose the...]
RUMBLE,
TUMBLE,
JUMBLE,
of a beautiful GRUMBLE.
I'm chillin' at my crib tonight and I got my bong just a few inches away. [Yeah I smoke blunts too but I do it secretlyyyyyyy - he said in a hisssssss of a beautiful remisssssss.] I'm blazing buds I've been curing since the early summer and GREAT GOD and JEHOSAPHAT that shit's just as sick as fuck. The thing I love about smoking buds that are aged is that their taste, smell, and texture are different than your run of the mill shit. Imagine all organic buds, harvested, dried, and cured properly. [------->Sniffs explodes, sniffs explodes<-------]
I'm blowing this smoke out like I'm a bad ass, but still a believer.
Green.
[I'm loading another bowl so I gotta say goodbye.
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