There is this little store by my job that I go to ALL the time for snacks, blunts and shit. They used to sell me bleezies out the pack because they dont sell singles usually because they're so close to the Capitol. (I dont know what that means either....anyways) They copped ya boy a box of 50 swishers at the beginning of August, and I just bought the last one today.
All that means is:
1. I paid 37.50 for a box of swishers.
2. I get bombed in an area that isn't too keen on my girl Mary Jane. (Capitol)
3. I probably go back to work smellin' like BLegit fresh out the Dank Room.
Number 3 is probably the one that makes me laugh, not because I'm high right now, but because I have found 3 more ROPER plugs since, IN THE BUILDING. (Janitors and Computer Techs GOT IT mane.)
So....I said that to say this....I love my job mane. SICCNESS & Swishers all day.
That is all, back to your regularly scheduled hyphy threads.
All that means is:
1. I paid 37.50 for a box of swishers.
2. I get bombed in an area that isn't too keen on my girl Mary Jane. (Capitol)
3. I probably go back to work smellin' like BLegit fresh out the Dank Room.
Number 3 is probably the one that makes me laugh, not because I'm high right now, but because I have found 3 more ROPER plugs since, IN THE BUILDING. (Janitors and Computer Techs GOT IT mane.)
So....I said that to say this....I love my job mane. SICCNESS & Swishers all day.
That is all, back to your regularly scheduled hyphy threads.