Once upon a time two friends puffing kind. A burning bush and bboy high out of their
mind. Together they would play a bong
game called zonk. Together they got
wasted smoking all the bushes skunk. Bboy
picked the buds rolled many a phatty. Bboy
would get wakt making the bush so happy. But bboy flipped tripped and had to fade. Peacing all out in the bushes shade. Then bboy bounced never did phone. Much time went by the bush was all alone. But
one day the bboy showed up. The bush was
so down to spark one up. “Yo pick my
buds pack a phatty. If you’re looking
for dank who’s your daddy?” I am not
trying to pull bong hits just to getting fucked up and feeling like a ditz. “lets play a game of zonk have yu pass out in
a funk from smoking all my skunk.” No, yo I need the dough so I can roll in phatty
new ride and scream rawhide. Can you
hook me up some green and the ism isn’t what I mean. “I got no cheese for you
to flex steeze. all I got is that
chronic so take my bubonic. Sell dimes
on the beat avoid that heat then you’ll be joyriding in that street.”
The bboy love the bush. The bush loved the bboy. Everything was sensifeelya.
But the bboy stayed away for mad long and the bush was
really bummed out. Then one day the bboy
came back and the bush was so pysched to smoke out. “Whats up poppy I heard you dropped me. Let us meditate on the herbal philosophy.” Hate to be a bore but I don’t smoke no
more. I got to tell you its more like a
chore. I need to try a new type of hizzy
this type of stuff don’t make me dizzy. bush
let out a sigh he began to cry. he
wanted so bad to get high with her favorite lil guy. “you know how i do looking out for my
crew. So this is what you got to
do. take my leaves and my seeds make
brownies with them please.” word! digesting your herb would make me feel superb
putting that serve back in my swerve!
The bboy loved the bush. The bush loved the bboy. Everything was sensifeelya.
but the bboy stayed away for decades and the burning bush
was sad. but one day the bboy came back
and the bush was mad glad. “Goddam I
missed you so bad. All I think was those
times we once had.” Oh yes those times
were great. The pot you got was totally totally
totally first rate. bush reminisced and
wanted to burn. bush was so happy to see
the bboy return. I sure wish i could
twist up a spliff but last time you were here you smoked all my shit.” Iam to old to playing the weed game. Is there anything you can do for my back pain? “I’ve given you everything I had to my name
but if you take my body you can make yourself a cane.” The old bboy cried as he cut the stalk carving
himself a dope stick to walk. I love you
bush you know what I am saying. “Sensifeelya,
thank you for playing. Now lets grab a
bud and twist up a joint. the herbs that I produce are still on point?” Hey now wait a sec. Why did you lie? A minute ago you said you were bud dry. “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell the whole truth. I always got buds so we can go poof.” All right roll it up let it fly it’s been mad
long since I gotten dumb high.
bush did exactly that rolled up a cone suppa duppa fat. two old friends got freaking tweaked puffin
out. And just like old times peaced the
fuck out.
that’s what shel was talking about.
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