I lost my pipe for a while, and I loved that thing. It was my first one (it's really nice!) and it was the first one I even looked at when i bought it. It was perfect. I looked in every crevice in my room and I had a panic attack. I was hyperventilating.
absurdity... Reviewed by absurdity... on . I almost cried My eyes started to water actually. I broke my pipe. His name was ghandi. He was my peace pipe with a bowl I could fit easily upwards of a gram or more. R.I.P. Ghandi. you served many well. I guess im rolling joints for a while. and to make matters worse. Im out of weed. Haha Im alrite tho. Rating: 5