Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Wake and Bake...






In honor of the London Olympics, I'm "caned" as I write this.  That's getting stoned for you yanks.  I figured I'd start the morning off right for a change.  I presently have Sour Diesel and Purple Kush in my house, thanks to a pretty girl (It's always about a pretty girl with me, huh?).  I wish she were here with me.  I miss that little Latina stoner-freak.

Anyway, getting off track already.  Damn, I'm rusty...


    EPIC cleavage

Getting high always reminds me of another lady I wish was here smoking a bowl with me: Sandra.  She's the girl at the top of the page, still my Muse and the first lady of this blog, and she's back (I think) and she's blogging and camming and talking on the phone (you want this!) again.  I still love her, I always will, and I'd still walk to LA barefoot over broken beer bottles just to give her a kiss.  

Go visit her blog to see what she's up to.  I miss her face.

I thought that since I found time to smoke two bowls this fine morning, I should make time to blog.  There may never be another post here, but at least you know your boy is still alive.


I'm going to smoke another bowl before work...




Later, kids...