The weed had got me
One night me and my boyfriend was getting high as usual. He told me that it was some "kill", but I didnt believe him. When I took the first hit I knew that it was some good that I was about to finish smoking. After awile I felt as though I started rocking back and forth uncontrobally on my back, because the weed had got me.
The next thing I know, I started laughing, and I laughed, and laughed, until I fell into the floor into a crying fit. I couldnt not stop laughing. I couldnt even catch my breath, and tears rolled down my face. After minutes of laughing I somehow passed out in my floor for minutes, and all my boyfriend could do was laugh and so do I when we talk about that until this day. I dont know what the hell we was smoking but I was tore down. That was some good shit.
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