humor

"A gypsy mutant industrial vacuum cleaner dances about a mysterious nighttime campfire. Festoons! Dozens of imported castanets clutched by the horrible suction of its heavy duty hose waving with marginal erotic abandon in the midnight Autumn air." Who wrote this? want a clue? here it is...

Welcome to my nightmare... today's inspiration came by way of one of my closest friends, 25% Purple Urkle, $10 per eight (best find for the money yet,) outdoor grown by High State here in the police state of Washington. In addition, I added a generous pile of trichomes from my grinder... Two hit...