Drugs/Mj, Rant 

I LOVE it if you do that... over there. But, please go where the wind won't carry that smell back to me.

My parents did that, it's nostalgic like cookies for the half second before I realize what I'm smelling. Then the after-smell of lightly roasted skunk confirms it.

But, but, I won't shame you for doing it... Except to my neighbor: "I can't escape your cheap-ass, skunk-weed stench."

That's what I yell out my window. If you heard me, I'm serious, smoke better shit.

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