My main ***** Chicle moved from his girlfriends house back to his parents, what a ****ing ghetto place it is
Took me a while to find his street. The street sign only faces the opposite direction... good thing they are numbered streets or i wouldn't have realized i passed 106
We got to his house for the raspberry, all of a sudden there are planes flying RIGHT over our heads...
he lives right next to a ****ing landing strip... thats the bitties
decided not to take the same street back, too many damn lights
so i got lost for about 10 min, good thing i was going the right way the whole time though
almost ran over a dead dog
Well anyways, before actually buying the weed from Chicle
We met this one guy that had the same OG kush we had, since it was good we got his number
Yesterday we called him up, said he'll call us at 5:30 when he gets off work
We're sitting in billy's car, me him and josh, he calls us up and we have him on speaker, we can barely understand what the **** hes saying, he talks like an idiot
says some random shit, laughs, and then gets back on subject
happened like 10 times on that phone call
anyways, he said "yea my homie will hook it up with fat sacks"
I said "Okay, ill get a 20"
he said " Alright man, hey its fat sacks..."
i said "Cool man...." heard him the ****ing first time
then he said "Hey smoke me out with a bowl"
i said "WHAT?"
he said "Smoke me out with a bowl"
i ****ing heard what he said.... total ***** move
put us in a dilemma, either drive a bit farther to get some weed
or drive less but lose out on some weed...
couldnt decide for 10 min, after a while i said **** it, im not gonna buy weed from you then give it back...
we're already sharing a gram with 3 people
and that barely gets us high