Just procured some Trainwreck strain of marijuana. 100 euros worth to be precise. Things are bad, real bad, this will help if only for a few hours. It’s ironic the strain is named Trainwreck considering I think more and more of suicide by train with each passing day. Anyway gonna spark up a joint and escape from the unbearable reality of my life for the evening.
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Pass that joint down here my friend and let’s watch the train jump the tracks.
Cough cough cough.
Still with the same insults. I’m actually starting to feel really sorry for you. Mommy never taught you how to use a dictionary.
Funny stuff, you have to have the last word don’t you? Time of the month? Or have you kindergarten tomorrow?
Omg he learned more words! However you still aren’t at my level so this is still really boring. If you want me to go away so bad just stop responding. However since you haven’t yet you clearly are the one that wants the last word. You don’t even have anything to use. It’s the same things again and again with you.