This past weekend my dear bong Harvey had a tragic fall. He jumped...or should I say she jumped. That's the thing, Harvey was truly of the feminine gender, but trapped inside a boys body and I wouldn't accept her for that.
I rushed into purchasing Harvey shortly after my first and true love Dylan had a climatic life taking accident. I wanted to replace Dylan so much that I was blinded to see the deep personal moments you have when you first purchase your pride and joy. That magical moment when your baked self suddenly realize the perfect name for he or she seized to exist for me. I quickly forced a male name on the poor thing before even taking time to see what it's gender was. I never had a special bond this bong like I had with Dylan. I never shower with this one nor did I me and him (or I should say her) have a special song. I was still mourning Dylan's death and didn't even give these moments a chance to happen with Harvey. I was a cruel an stubborn unreasonable bong owner making a "casual smoker" mistake. I should have had D.B.S. (Department of Bong Services) called on me for crying out loud.
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