How to Break Up With Your Weed Guy

Everybody smokes the chronic. Except for me.  All I’ve got is some bleachy dried out beachy herb that tastes like burlap and smells like oil. The keef is like asbestos on my lungs, meaning there’s zero reasons to hold that shit in nigga.  Pass Pass on that puff puff. Now I know how Big Boi felt when he had to pay them Cali prices. I can’t even smoke like this. When the destresser is more of a restesser it’s time to quit, or move on.

I could move on to Cocaine or Heroine but I meant move on to the next one. And by one I mean weed guy.

It’s really a far and between thing so I shan’t protest too much.  I guess.


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