I was just layin back thinkin about past times, and I remembered a fun story I had while smoking.
Here goes:
Me and a couple friends were bored at school, so at lunch we went to a friends garage and started blazing, when I got back to school I looked at one of my friends and just sat down and started laughing.
Moral of the story? Don't forget the good times.
P.S. This would make more sense if you knew that I moved and no longer see those people.
Here goes:
Me and a couple friends were bored at school, so at lunch we went to a friends garage and started blazing, when I got back to school I looked at one of my friends and just sat down and started laughing.
Moral of the story? Don't forget the good times.
P.S. This would make more sense if you knew that I moved and no longer see those people.
