I love local kids who gather in groups on patches of rough ground to smoke weed. I love them for many reasons: if they're smoking weed and not drinking, they're going to leave the ground littered with butts and bits of card instead of fucking broken glass; it may look untidy but it's biodegradable and not likely to have me rushing to the vet's to get my dogs stitched up. Another advantage over drinking is that instead of charging around yelling, fighting and setting people's cars on fire (which used to be a popular pastime on this estate), they're just going to sit around giggling like idiots. Again, untidy and unsightly, but basically harmless.
But the biggest reason I love them today is that the ones who were smoking on my dog walk route last night left their bag of weed behind. There's not a lot left in it, but since I hardly ever have any these days it's plenty for me. Weed + Farscape = JOY.
But the biggest reason I love them today is that the ones who were smoking on my dog walk route last night left their bag of weed behind. There's not a lot left in it, but since I hardly ever have any these days it's plenty for me. Weed + Farscape = JOY.
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