I blow my smoke back on her to bless her for the beastly bong rips
And as I exhaled, I saw her leave like a wisp in the wind. As quickly as she’d been consumed, Mary Jane made her leave.
Rolling a blunt has become a rarity in these harsh economic times. It’s a commodity that I afford myself as a reward for hard work. Rolling up a bit of Cheese x Lavender in a cognac-flavoured Dutch Master, my favourite blunt ‘paper’.
Stay regular super stoners~