I wrote poems on them/my semi erotic Great American Novel about Columbine which will never be published for obvious reasons.
You gotta use apples to smoke as a broke kid. That way, when you are done, you can eat it. It’s a nice sweet hydrating snack and there’s no evidence other than the smell afterwards (I think spleefs/whatever are just lying to oneself out of desperation).
Was I not supposed to roll joints with this stuff when I was 18?
Holy fuck that would be so toxic
I wrote poems on them/my semi erotic Great American Novel about Columbine which will never be published for obvious reasons.
You gotta use apples to smoke as a broke kid. That way, when you are done, you can eat it. It’s a nice sweet hydrating snack and there’s no evidence other than the smell afterwards (I think spleefs/whatever are just lying to oneself out of desperation).
Is there a Lemmy community for comments out of context?
Because even in context this is a wild comment; out of context it would be even better
Stick to the good book, son. That way, you don’t make the baby jeebus cry. Or, you do. I forget. passes left
one of my first joints was made out of binder paper