Same reasons, but I'm not sure if he appreciates the dank like I do, because we have never talked about it.
Must admit I'm not a danker at heart, but I got nothin but respect for the mad danksters that be blazin it up on this trail.
she reminds me of warm food that mom cooked for you on a cold, rainy day. something like berry cobbler or tomato soup. then mom packs a bowl and the rest is history.