i used to feel guilty around u zealots, for takin the lazy way, with liquid shyt, instead of a steaming pile, u can literally stick a fork in and take a bite out of... I've gotten so used to eating it, with roots (?), soil that i needed something to wash it down, with. it's also easier to wash my pumps, in the kitchen, when flies aren't buzzing, above my now, swishing tale. that is... until i realized, 5min ago... that some feller... in "new York city (skol... 'get a rope' and some caribeaners... zip ties and
calmag), apparently, with a real craving, for corn and peanut m&m's (they really do exist)... just cops a foxy box that u feel, rocks and poops in it. u people pay much for your "
PROMIX"? what a crock and a bunch of suckers! at least my grow bags, plug in and require copious amounts of power so i can keep those crazy Californians, in the lifestyle to which they've become accustomed. is the cord on the other side, or something? u do know 707 could've done u the same service, right? here's what happens, when u plug into his outlet... sukkas!:
and u know, apparently, 707's box, comes with a 32d, prize. hmmm... maybe ur... oh, but u got the
PROMIX; not 707mix. nm. fukn shame.
it's interesting to note, as i ffwd the video... they have to look up at every single bush, which makes em appear gaping... huge!... and always, pointing up.... just like diesel has to, with even his indicas and scaling that k2, jeep, with 31", wrangler a/t's; just like my weinerdog. must get sore, from always haven to look up, to c bush... "hey diesel! put your back into it! then, rub some 'p r o www mix-... man", on it!" (god i loved those patronizing, 'duh-heyyeah, man... your banned for life... cool vibes' on that pot20mag, periodical, site... for saying, 'bat guano', or something similar, but cannot say their name, because they don't use nda's... unless I'm mistaken). but like i said, I'm not going to give you any grief about it (i know... i should've said, "shyt", instead).
mornin, fellas! it's gonna b a good one! i can feel it! nobody we know, dies, today, right, skol? med? beach? (comb and driftwood). mornin... ladies (winks at kitty cat. wipes white stuff that gathers in the corners of perverts', old yeller and my kreepy uncles, mouths.)... "nice day, FUR IT.". ;P . mornin, mars. mosh has expanded, into mrs. mosh's hobby room, ya know. the bruising has almost healed, now, but it's still, pretty dark, in there... and you know how expensive these diy guys',
PROMIX, can be... u know... on the shelf, amazon shelf; right next to gh trio? "no... not that one... something harder, that sounds like I'm good with my own coffee, eggs and um... could you pass the salt, please? it should be right there... oh, maybe you can't reach that far, like mr diesel. nm. thank you, anyway. i can diy my own paypal account and just click, 'complete purchase', for myself".
