Quote Originally Posted by Nochowderforyou
"It's, Friday morning, where the weed at, let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack"

Yeah, I like Fridays. I don't have to work and I just get high allllll daaaaay loooooonnnnnnng.

That's a funny story Chisme. Is your mom really that guliible though?

I remeber this one time, I was staying with one of buddies, and we happened to set up a nice 25+ plant growroom. Long time ago, plants have long been smoked. Anyways, the buds had just finished drying, so we took our cut back home with us. I pass out on my friends couch at the end of the night, and when I wake up, I see my buddys Grandpa standing over me. There was a 2ounce sack laying on the table, and he says to me, "so, is that the stuff you and my grandson grew in the basement?" I just said, "yeah, sort of." He picked it up, smelled it, and he goes, "meh, looks alright." Whoops!

lol thats what i mean i thin she must have known because u was nearly gigglng my ass off she jus went ..mmmmmm.. and walked out