Incoherent Ramblings from an Overworked Compromist
Weed is a lot like Taco Bell. Once a year I forget that I don’t like it and I decide to have some. Then I feel like shit for a solid 24 hours.
Sign that I’m getting old #3: Nothing. I’ve always gotten too high. Maybe it’s a dosage problem… but if the weed is baked into a chocolate cake with maple whiskey frosting, don’t expect me to be a gentleman.