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Man the other day me and my girlfriend were sitting in my backyard about to smoke (at about 1 am so it was dark) and she packed the bowl with her thumb. When she took her thumb out the sticky weed stuck to her thumb and fell off into my deep grass never to be seen again. Our last bowl too. I feel your pain.
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