When the dude at the dispensary tells you to only eat half of the edible, but you assume he’s just underestimating your weed tolerance because you’re a girl, so you eat the whole thing to spite him:
As a friend of the MJ family once said, “The other 15% are the real ones…”
Me the second I get home from work:
When I go to the dispensary on payday:
I found my soulmate and it’s this dog whose best friend is a brick:
All thoughts and prayers to Jeff:
We fall right in the middle, how about you?
Does this count as fly fishing?