I found half a couple of joints in the ashtray on the back veranda as I drank my morning coffee, so I smoked them. They gave good smoke as I felt stoned all day. Lovely.
It made the day just sail away. (Queue Rod Stewart)
You know, if I was on my own now, I’d just quit work and spend my days stoned. I would, but Sam hates it. He hates me stoned, more truthfully. So, I don’t. It’s nice to have it occasionally.
I think I am a nicer person when I smoke pot. Sam says I couldn’t be more boring than when I am stoned.
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