I smoked some weed for the first time a month or so ago. After it near burnt the back of my throat out and i gargled a pint of milk to put the fire out, i handed Neville his bong back and told him where he could stick his happy cones. (he reconds that can get you high too ... ooo)
.. he also reconds i'm too high all the time already and valiunm might be more my speed .. cheeky hippy bastard! I quite enjoy the smell as long as its mixed with plenty of fresh air and bohemian cushions.
Loved the title to this post. "be conscious of your spiritual weed" sounds like something jesus might have said.
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Joel .. drugs don't solve peoples problems .. i've never heard anyone say they do .. that's not what they're for .. sometimes we need to turn our brains off and escape reality for a while (a bottle of beer and a deep sleep does it for me, valium did it for my mum, a cup of tea and some tinture of opium did it for grandma and most other australian women of her era ;)
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