This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 5.2.2016 at 08:46
I've never actually smoked a bowl and cried at the same time. the tears were salty as i exhaled from the diaphragm. the only thing worse then this is having to tell my mom her washing machine is wonky again because i forgot she banned my comforter from it. le sigh.
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