This is a Puff Pistol lyric blaring on my speakers at the time (they’re a group out of UVM and they went to the Westminster Schools where spooks goes). But it means insufflating benzoylmethyl ecgonine and diacetylmorphine hydrochlorides simultaniously, which is supposed to give the greatest feeling attainable in this world… one which I shall experience from my Hospice bed intravenously. But naw I’m not doing that, if for no other reason because horse is supposed to burn like a motherfucker and I don’t enjoy pain. But I’m about to go and chief. Marijuana. Job 1.5. Bic.
I enjoy that too dude, but it burns like a mofo. The drip is amazing, I will admit… the best part.
Hey you know what’s sweet?? Let’s recommend Greg some more beers that aren’t available where he lives!
It doesn’t matter dude. Cannabis indica is probably availiable where you live. I would probably bathe in these filthy drinks y’all talk about but I’d smell bad.