Once, in high school, we were throwing a buddy a going away party but were low on cash. At first we got a 4g chronic sack for $20, then on the bus ride to the spot, we flipped 2g for 8g of shwag, we needed quantity. In the end my bud who was leaving had no idea what bud even looked like, let alone stress. We all got super baked on the chronic blunt, and had the stress there for all the peeps who desided to show up after everything was paid for. . .