Little Red Wagon Repairman
Girls Can't Wrestle
I love being a pothead. I still have a few brains cells left so I can blink my eyes and pinch a **** out of my anus. A landlord is a great job because it's like having no job at all. Just pick up my paychecks then run off to the dispensary for some weed. At my age I bought for years when it was *******. I quit smoking because this guy Nate acted like he was doing me a favor selling an ounce for $440. I got a few dirty looks from his ****** while in the house too and I was aware of the consequence to him of a bust. Sorry. Brain fart. Ummmmmm... the stuff I get at the dispensary now is the super strong Private Reserve Indica as low as $240 ounce. Happy Days and High Times.
I forgot what else I was gonna write. BRB. You guys go though.
I tell the same dumb joke every time to the pocket mobster who works the girl's check-in booth. It's a private club so a sign says NO NEW PATIENTS. I look longingly at the sign then say, "I am not new patient. I am chronic patient. Ah-Ha-Ha-Ha!"
I forgot what else I was gonna write. BRB. You guys go though.
I tell the same dumb joke every time to the pocket mobster who works the girl's check-in booth. It's a private club so a sign says NO NEW PATIENTS. I look longingly at the sign then say, "I am not new patient. I am chronic patient. Ah-Ha-Ha-Ha!"