I just had some Sour D yesturday and have about .3 left cuz some of it fell outta the blunt (it was the shittiest blunt I rolled in my life - but for what I had to work with, it wasnt that bad and way better then my friends know how to roll) Anyway the Sour D was amazing...it didnt give me too much of a couch lock, I felt like doing stuff and we did. We went to go eat pizza and walked around the block Im gonna mix the .3 of Sour D with a g of AK-47 (even if its not really Ak-47, my friend said it got him real fucked up - and for $10 a G you cant go wrong...he owes me for some coke I got him for $20) later tonight and smoke with this kid, hes cool and I havent seen him since 8th grade (except for yesturday when we smoked together)...

I <3 Sour D

But the dealer was being a little bitch...he made me pay $30 for "1.2" ... and it actually looked lighter then a G cuz it was real fluffy...Last fucking time I ever talk to him...Only reason I bought from him was because I was dry and was in a different city and really wanted to smoke with that kid. But fuck the dealer for making me pay $30, fucking little bitch I hate people like this.