my fondest marijuana memory was when i was up at a cottage with my cousines. my oldest cousine had brought some of his favorite blueberry with him. i remember when he used my back to roll the joint, then i smelt the sweet fruity smell of the pot, and had some. yep... good times . share with me... toss over your memories
brains Reviewed by brains on . memories my fondest marijuana memory was when i was up at a cottage with my cousines. my oldest cousine had brought some of his favorite blueberry with him. i remember when he used my back to roll the joint, then i smelt the sweet fruity smell of the pot, and had some. yep... good times :) . share with me... toss over your memories :) Rating: 5