I used to have a herb man called 'Choice'. He was so called because of the bags he sold. His eighths were a always a mixture of low grade giggly weed, high grade skunk and different types of hash. He used say when you called 'Heeey man, it's Choice here bro, any Choice'. Used to make me chuckle him calling himself Choice as you didnt really get a choice. Always the same mixture of herbs! Always a lucky dip! lol

*wonders what happened to him*

Made the mistake of giving him money before he gave us the herb, never returned with the bud. Only made that mistake once! I hope his wife rises with fleas!

Peace

Buddy