As an act of presidential might, President Obama outlawed these fine papers in that stupid "first hundred days" propaganda you probably don't remember. Something about kids and smoking and the fine/harsh smoke of quite possibly the finest paper known to man. Thank you GrassCity! Go to hell, Obama. Focus on the economy, or some other fine shit...
I pulled out y'all's earrings this morning, a piercing release. Slivers of figments, and then I bought some papers.
Oakland continues to entertain, and I ate enough beef weenies last night to share:
At a  last night after being around 14 gun shots, thinking it was just firecrackers.. this made me lol, then happy! thank you, I'm just moving on from one, now --Enriqius:
Dear Manic Pixie Dream Girl:
Every night I drink a shot of Gentleman Jack in toast to one that got away, and every night I grow stronger as a man. Bear-hair on my chest, I paw into oblivion, reckless to the shrews, adherent only to self, away on leave.
One day I woke up and everything turned out better than expected.
Chip tip, and a bowl to you, my dear Enriqiues... bellow forth, maybe lay off the herb a bit, and don't forget about the stripper with a golden heart. At least her faking it is acknowledged in bills~~~
Night night my treesures. This shots for you.
And everything turned out better than expected.