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LOL! Reminds me 'bout the time my homie and I were blazin' in a park. My buddy went to get some doobs from a guy we knew that lived across the street. I had my back turned to the guys house, so when I heard footsteps coming up behind me, I assumed it was my homie. I turned around and, unfortunately without looking, held out a fat joint and said "hit this shit, bitch!" It wasn't my friend, but the damn bacon, son!
I just sat there, lookin' at 'im. It was weird as shit. He just shook his head and kept walkin', cuz this is Canada, bitch! Bacon don't hardly care 'bout weed, man!
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