Wednesday, June 15, 2011

New vase....

Ordered a nice looking bong from the GrassCity online headshop. The transaction went smoothly and I received my piece in a week. The box was packed well and had no evidence of being paraphernalia. 

If you're looking for a surprisingly good bargain on a bong,
check out GrassCity - highly recommended:

We call them bongs where I'm from, water pipes if you're talking on the down-low.
Apparently people smoke tobacco out of bongs, sounds rotten to me, I prefer buds.
Beautiful buds. Smoke something.

There's like another foot of straight glass until the mouthpiece, she's pretty large. I call it 'Tesla' because of the bumps. The figure of the piece reminds me of the Russian's Tesla Coil in Red Alert 3.
She's great.  I would recommend a nice water bong to any marijuana enthusiastic. Stay safe.

Forced Alternatives

I was declined the honor of attending my school's senior picnic yesterday morning.
Excitement had overcame me and all of a sudden it was all taken away from me in a few simple words,
"The bus is full, sorry."
Words that have the potential to break your heart.
The bus wasn't even filled, I asked someone after.
There were at least 10 empty seats. Fuckin' heated, dude.

All I wanted to do was go to the town beach with my peers and enjoy myself in a sober manner.
I guess it's not a huge deal, but come on.
The kids are the trip got huge tubs of chicken wings and extensive numbers of cheese pizza. 
I love pizza. Especially cheese pizza.

I've also only recently considered the condition of my town's beach.
My expectations for the trip were as followed:

I bet those kids were bummed when they walked into that planet of the apes shit.
Straight up post-apocalypse shit, someone should clean that up.

Fuck it, keep it real like Kramer.

Motherfucking Chronic Kramer.
Keep it classy like Kramer, red wine.
+Fat ass pile of chronic.
+Rock, paper, scissors on snack duty