What a Touching Article

Top 10 Things I Miss About Stay-At-Home Pot Dealers

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I just found this article so touching, I mean after all, after your smoking team and the drive thru guy a taco bell a stoner's drug deal really is their best friend. There's use such loyalty, trust, and pride toward this mysterious person. Like no matter how weird, sketchy, or outright outrageous this person may be, they're your home town dealer and when someone that goes to someone else ever asks your going to claim that this guy has the dankest bud called _______(fill in the blank with some ridiculous name using a random combination of colors, animals, flavors, names, and anything else that sounds like it would be good) and your also going to claim that this guy has ties to Jamaica and possibly even the mafia even though in reality this "drug lord" you speak of it is really just a guy from your town selling dubs out of his car. No matter how weird, absurd, or scary other people may think this person, you more than likely have been with this person through the good and the bad, the weird and the sketchy, and have meant them in all sorts of random creepy locations at all hours of the day and night and therefore will always have their back and remain loyal to them. It's bond that only stoners can really see. You never hear people saying that have shitty dealers and that is the truth. If someone ever rips you off you will never go to them again and you 'll keep looking around until you find that one special someone that you know you want to spend your smoking career with. You've probably smoked with these people on occasion and more than likely they gave you a great deal, and then put a small nug in, and then they matched you, and then you were so high and generous that you packed the next one, and then they bought you something at the nearest fast food establishment and then you and your friends talked and laughed about that classic experience with the dealer for weeks to come. It's definitely not for everyone, but honestly where would us stoners be without our loving, loyal, dependable, sketchy, weird, and probably (and hopefully) baked drug dealers.