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Wednesday, June 13, 2018

I get gifted remnants of the pot safaris

When the guests leave they often give me the remainder of their weed (and lighters) that they bought. Can't take it on the plane. Bummer.
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. 


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