yeah man lots of broken cigs, and my mom robbed me more than anyone else. she hated me smokin cigs in the house. when it was cold i could smoke in the garage eventually. reefer in my room was acceptable mostly, sometimes she would bitch. thing the with her is she always had a "respect" issue, which i respected....kinda weird, but she never wanted to see me smoking weed. not on the front porch. i was always forced to the driveway. that shit worked out though, i was just honest and persistent. just be honest thats the fastest way....yes you'll go through some shit but in the end.....it kicks ass.
slipnslide087 Reviewed by slipnslide087 on . Don't Get Cocky :( Recently I've made many new friends (all of which are stoners with a steady supply of weed). So I pitch and they pitch and my other friends pitch and we've since been smoking everyday for months, the place we go to smoke is almsot a public place, there is seemingly 10-20 of us there everyday. (today we did compressions/gravity bong hits :D ). And I've since gotten 'cocky'. I smoke in my room and everywhere around the house and always have my 'equipment' on me and my stash spot which used to Rating: 5