One day she came to my house to pick me up and started recounting this amazing experience she’d had on the drive over.
Apparently, an angel had formed in the clouds and had spoken to her.
He smokes weed a lot but we have a lot in common and he's super cute and sweet.I got in the habit of texting “Are you a solid or a liquid?” before I headed over, just to know what I was expecting. I’m strawberry soymilk”), I’d know she was really baked.The funny thing was, she was acting like she was privy to these amazing ideas no one had ever had before, and was getting all excited about sharing her religious message with a spiritually deprived world. It’s called Rastafarianism.” The last girl I was in love with was a pothead. I once dated someone who would smoke a couple nights a week.We both got really high and went to the opera for my birthday, which seemed like a great idea — until it wasn’t. It’s snowing onstage and you don’t know why everyone is singing in tongues, and all these fancily dressed people are glaring at you. When she smoked, she’d either be next to normal or high out of her head.And it's much deeper than the classic – “h, she smokes weed, she must be chill” – stereotype, that follows pot smoking like a few drops of Visine. They tend to be a little rebellious, a little edgy.