The story of little Danks...

It all began when he was taken as a baby wrapped up in a cellophane wrapper from a cigarette pack, before of course almost accidentally being burned to death. He was then taken to the home of an uncaring bastard, who among other things, didn't really give a shit if little Danks lived or not. So time passed when Danks was finally placed in his paper towels and plastic baggies to breathe life once more. After being tampered with every day until his god forsaken root tip was exposed, little danks was placed into a party cup which was barely filled with low quality and already used soil gathered from numerous plants around the house. Later that night something amazing happened, little danks sprouted from the soil anew, looking fresh and fit for life. What little Danks didn't know, however, was that the bastard taking care of him placed him in the most ghetto setup imaginable, things light improper lighting and light schedules along with problematic watering were imposed on little Danksy, but still he grew. After a few days passed, little Danks was given to new foster parents. He was exposed to 7 degree weather and slept the night in poor conditions in the cold dark kitchen. Danks's new foster parents were able to treat him with at least a little more respect, but still he lives in what some might call a hell hole.

The above story is true and was not exaggerated in the slightest.

The moral of this sad story is that cannabis has a strong heart and is a true fighter, even among the worst of conditions it can thrive and breathe life. Below is a picture of poor little Danks, wish him luck as he embarks on his journey to grow the best buds he can.


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True indeed, excellent story