"i pack bowls like bags
roll joints like stop signs
im blunt like trauma
you me and yo momma
but yeah I'll smoke first gimme a minute"
Here's the minute in which Jonathon Brrrrraaaady Schaaaaaaff pretends to roll up a joint and smoke it, but really spends the time huddled in the maternal bed describing nightmares of jousting goblins.
Hmm, I quite like the "roll joints like stop signs" line. It applies the excitement of minor traffic violations to drug experiences.
There's a big one coming down the pipe, folks, so big that it we might get a blog clog. See Pt. 2 for the rest of Jonathon's guest post.
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