So I've come to a conclusion that I cannot leave a head shop empty handed. This is after the last two visits.
Meet Orangello. Pronounced oh-RAHN-jel-OH. He's a pimp fresh out the hood. His hits are like a strong backhand to the face. My mom caught me smoking this on the porch the other day, laughed about it, and doesn't have too much of an issue with me smoking.
This is Galactica, or Galactichronica. She's one of those bad bitches. She's also Orangello's wifey. Come on to her too strong, and she will put you on your ass. My friend hit this, and it was like, instant cough.
I had to buy these. I've yet to smoke that joint, but I will today. I went the distance of chewing on a couple of papers to satisfy my curiosity, and what I got from that was the taste of pork fat. I'll figure it out the whole story when I smoke the joint.
Here's a nug I got from a bag of mids a couple weeks ago. I'm in the process of figuring out what camera settings I should use for pictures like this. This came out rather orangey.
A cute, little nug from my last half of mids. It smoked amazing.
Another little, but bigger, nug from the same bag. I wish PhotoBucket didn't resize the picture, cause you could see a cool trichome formation in the bottom left.
And this is home to everything. That cigarette, now joint, pack is a product of boredom. My friend already taped it, I just made it more, uhh, questionable.
Well, I gotta go smoke that bacon joint with my vegetarian friend. Hope you enjoyed what you've seen.