That stuff is the best, btw.
Honestly, it's like smoking the smoothest spliff and just sitting back waiting for that familiar warm feeling to envelope you; you burst out laughing at the ridiculous thing that you've just done. It's like staring, stoned, out of a coffee shop window and into the Amsterdam night and thinking:
"Oh, feck...why did I use lubricant?
The fucking stuff's everywhere and I need a shower."
and
"You disgust me."
Great weed, mind.
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