February 2010
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Alright then
My mom randomly started telling me all kinds of sordid tales of her pot smoking this evening. One of them consisted of her and my aunt going to my brother’s friend’s apartment and finding bongs that contained substances that they were told could potentially be “dangerous” and that they should “be ready to nod off for a little while once they hit it”. My aunt...
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