This girl was telling me something about her Grandmother being in the hospital and she was going on and on...BUT thankfully I had smoked just moments before this conversation and instead of being subjected to her lengthy and emotional anecdote I was able to imagine hundreds of little fairies gathering around her head and engaging in some sort of burlesque show and then gracefully lifting this girl up up and way into the clouds. I found myself gleefully clapping and giggling which also resulted in an abbreviation of her story and she finally turned and walked away. Thank you weed!
Alwayz Outotit
Monday, March 30, 2009
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