I know it sounds like a boon for Dingo (it is, they saves me a lot of money)
but I'm not all about me. I want them to keep their stuff.
I want them to take it home and show the red states how green our thumbs are here.
They tell me how back home, herb is treated like it's a hard drug. It's a big part of filling those private prison cells.
Last night a couple from Kansas gave me this little can o goodies and a bunch of joints.
Deelighted. I threw it in the pile with the rest of them.
Pretty sweet perk but I do wish they could take their stuff home.Then late last night I dipped into it and realized...whooo, this is kind of strong.
I like a head change but I'm never a fan of being intoxicated.
I'm all about the neighborhood homegrown so I gotta remember to read the labels.
People on weed safari get the real fire. I guess that's why they never finish it.
Like what we do?
We live out of a tip jar (sometimes chicken sometimes feathers) if you are in a place to keep our sunny side up and rubber side down then feel free to drop off a donation at our website.
http://oliveanddingo.com/donate/
Thanks! It's a great town to be a clown.
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