Stressing Is Not My Cup Of Tea
In my three decades of living, it amazes me that anyone who suffers from stress (and that’s every-fuckin-body) doesn’t smoke at least a little marijuana. Granted there is cigarettes and alcohol you could turn to, but life is about experimentation. You’re gonna learn this sooner or later. Staying happy and stress free is what I justify as preventative medicine.
What I’ve found that relaxes me, while making it possible to deal with all the world throws at me, is the good ol grade A ganja. I love to get high, and lately have even mastered the fine art of only smoking one or two days a week. In fact, I can string a couple weeks in between the times I smoke if I wanted to. I pick and choose my moments. There is a time and a place for everything my brothers. Smoking weed doesn’t make you lazy. You are lazy without it—keep it real.
I hit up the video store after work yesterday. I knew exactly what to get. After finding Cheech and Chong Up In Smoke, I stopped by the liquor store to stock up on my Grey Goose. I invited the 18 year old over, but she wanted to spend some time with her dad and her young ass had never heard of Cheech and Chong. Fuck her. I then got back to my apartment, rolled up some purple kush, and laughed my ass off for a couple of hours.
I smoked two joints and then I smoked two joints, and then I smoked some more—I was jammin. When I woke up this morning, I noticed that my hand was glued to my cock and both Melania and McKinzee on FuckHerRight.com were staring at me. I must’ve had more fun than I fuckin thought. I am still logged on with my FREE TRIAL, so I’m going to have a morning session with these young tenderloins. Life is only as stressful as you make it. If you’ll excuse me…
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