I love it when my friends pressure me to smoke all of mine, but that's usually when I have money and they'll hit me back the next few days. I know what you're talking about, it's like those girls who ask if you wanna smoke and expect you to supply. Oh, story time. One time I was on a big cruise in a van with some girls, and apparently since they owed my buddy Collin, they told me I couldn't smoke that bowl, even after I had packed three up. I was so fucking pissed that I got out of the car on the country road, and had a long, potsmoking journey home. Fucking assholes.
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