Spellin' ain't my problem. The fact that all the letters is wored off my keyboard, coupled with my severe lexdxia, is... Ain't got nuthin' to do with weed... But don't let it be said that I don't appreciate yer conerns...

Now as the "fresh dung" comment from my lotus sittin', meditatin', never-met-a-tree-not-worth-a-hugin', mountain top prayin', neighbor from Canaburg I'd just like to say, "Yeah, LH, but its organic!" It oughtta get at least a point 'er three fir that... And no more talk of "good, sh*t" just 'casue it's organic, too...

Now for my sad but true pot story... 'Bout a year ago I figgures that maybe my poor ol' hillbilly thinkerator would work better if I took a little break from pot so I took my stash to the P-Vine and told her hide from me fir awhile... Well, 'bout a month 'er two later, after finding the thinkerator going the wrong way, I asked her fir it and she, who has never smoked none of it in her life, couldn't remember where she hid it! And to this very day, it's hid somewhere in the house. I'm thinking or calling the cops and asking if I could borrow one of their dope dogs fir a couple of hours to help my poor ol's self find my stash. Whaddayathink 'bout that idea?

Not-Stoner Enuff Bobert