I was at a restaraunt yesterday with a couple friends, and while we were walking out i looked down, and i saw a little bag with a nug of weed. I didnt believe it was weed, but i picked it up anyway, and it was. Later i smelled it and it smelled strongly of blueberries, so im assuming it was blueberry. What a catch.... Well i went home that night, and smoke at areound 1am. One hit got me a pretty decent buzz, so im assuming it was blueberry. Well this has never happend before, but my mom reandomly decided to get up at 1 in the morning and come down stairs. Long story short, she opened the door to our porch outside, saw me, and now im fucked. There has to be a reason i found that fucking weed on the floor. I wish i hadnt
just "come inside....go to sleep". man shes at work now and my dad just gave me some stuff to do around the house. so bad
That sucks for you man. On other notes, anyone see this huge blueberry wave. Here in chicago you cant walk 10 steps without seeing some blueberry
its not the chores im worried about. Its what theyre thinking of doing while im busy doing the chores.
Actually, I have. Blueberry is suddenly the variety of choice here in fort wayne, and it's all over. Crazy.
a cook probably dropped it... its almost a rule of thumb that you smoke weed if you work in a kitchen.....