I don’t know quite how to express how I feel about you. Without fail you just destroy me. I could smoke from a bong, a pipe a vape and have no problems at all, I’d be fucked up but no where near as fucked up as you make me dear Blunt. You put my head in it’s place. Last night after I was done smoking you, it was like everything bad had just been annihilated by your sweet sweet herb. In fact, I may start rolling you more often. Would you be opposed to this? We can’t tell my pipe, The Kraken, he will get jealous. So let’s keep this secret love affair between you and I for now, and I’ll see you soon because working in a bakery… It’s just begging for me to walk in with one of you in my system.
Stoney Bologna,
Me
