My old dealer from Trinidad, in America on a Visa, gave me ounces for months when I was paying him for half ounces. He said to me, one day, "You know, I've been giving you ounces, right?"

Well, I figured, but, he's the one who borrowed my scale and never returned it. As well as a book, too.

He went to jail, with four others (including one of his babies' mothers), implicated in a fake driver's license scam.
beachguy in thongs Reviewed by beachguy in thongs on . I got a little (or a lot) of a surprise when I bought my usual 1/8th yesterday... So I usually get my weekly 1/8th every thursday. So I go and meet up with my guy and he hands me my goods and I give him the usual 25 bucks. I didn't really look in the bag because I trust the man. All is good. So I get home and I'm watching some t.v. and I realize it's time to load up the bowl and smoke. I take out the zip-lock baggie and to my surprise it's HUGE! At least an ounce was there. So I open the bag and when I do this musky, fantastic smell comes out. It's sour diesal by the way Rating: 5