When you slang some ill rocks, wear a new pair of kicks every hour, have as many honeys as I do, and cant find enough places to hide all your loot like I do, then you will understand. Until then, hit that dirty bong like a chump ass beezy
I ate a brownie on Saturday and my stomache ache was awful later. I think there might have just been too much fat int he brownie. I don't digest fat very well. The brownies I made myself with hash over the soummer were awesome though. Fitzy had soem and he was high as fuck. I thought he was the laziest mother fucker int he world when he came to visit. later I found out he was just hella stoned all the time.
my steamroller. he's called mr. crabby. the smoke comes out of a green crab. so much resin in that piece of glass that it looks like the crab is crawling on the ocean floor, coming to get me high
I gets the 30lb r12 its the kegger of the dust off 12 oz Can,, Party at my house.. wshoooooooooooooo wshoooooooooooooooo... ...
I don't. Long time ago, yes, now, no. Only maryjane, never anything more. Do I miss it? Nah, not really.