Oh pence, we got so trumpfaced on that sessions-shit last night. One hit and it was melianiaville.
Ivanna, you vanna, we all vanna get totally bannioned…
I was tempted to order a venti pumpkin spice latte.
I have 3 words for you:
Black. Mountain. Jesus.
Not even kidding.
I have a friend who used to use shoes as a code; “My soul’s wearing thin. Know where I could get some new shoes?” Or “Hey, can you ask your friend (weed hookup) if I left my purple shoes at his house?”
He had his medical recommendation when I met him, but it was already so close to legal around here it was just easier to get it through the black/grey market.
I did appreciate keeping to code for text etc. One day his GF texted me, “Hey. Do you know where I can get some pot?
Redacted is being really grumpy.”
That… actually sounds more reasonable than most of them.