The aftertaste is very much like weed.

The aftertaste is very much like weed.

Not only will you give me some of your weed, but you’ll also roll a joint for me because I don’t know how to?
You’re the best, man.

| Drunk: | Women, man, no offense, but women are crazy. |
| Me: | No it's cool, I know what you mean. I could never be with a woman, they're just too complicated. Men, men are simple. |
| Drunk: | Oh man, I could film that. |
| Me: | What? What I said about women? I'll totally say that again if you want to film it haha. |
| Drunk: | No, you with a woman! |
| Me: | ... |
| Drunk: | Hell, even the two of you! *Gestures at my attractive male co-worker* |
| Both of us: | Ignore what he just fucking said because that is just too damn awkward for acknowledgement. |
| That day I not only talked to that drunk guy, but also two free-roaming hippies dressed in hand-woven, rainbow-patterned sweaters and hats carrying all their worldly possessions in a single bucket. Oh yeah, and they were also stoned out of their minds, it was fucking fantastic. I mean, their eyes were so glazed over I could practically see my reflection in them. |
Apparently it’s quite a different high altogether, allegedly more of a mental high, without as much drowsiness, slowness, and short-term memory loss?
I’d love to hear about your experience with this if you have any, I’m debating whether to buy a bong or a vaporizer.
I mean I couldn’t even do one properly, but holy shit fuck, just no.

And it makes me angry that I’m not partying right now. I could be dancing my ass off to those tribal beats, yo. But I’m just sitting here being fat (I ate a mini cookie dough Blizzard today, which I totally regret).
This should be me right now:


