yeah man i HATE when a dealer talks all fancy about his supposed highquality herb. saying its the dankitty dank-dank haze dro fancy pants shit, knowing perfectly well that it isnt, but thinking that somehow his words will have some sort of placebo effect convincing you that his shit is indeed dankitty dank-dank haze dro fancy pants herb.

i consider myself pretty lucky because a friend of mine belongs to a compassionate cannabis club in Berkely, CA. when he goes home for break, he always brings back some of the finest herb i have ever smoked. last week he brought back this stellar sativa called 'grandaddy' and something else called 'purple mango'. i'll tell you i was couchlocked for over three hours after just one bowl.