Whenever a really good song comes on to my ipod, I feel like the song is talking directly to my soul. It makes you want to cry.... but all you can do is make retarded whale noises of approval. THAT HIGH.
I was sick of this kid faking whenever he smoked with us. I rolled straight tobacco and told him it was a dank spliff, after 5 minutes of smoking hes running around pretending to have laughing fits and being dumb. My other friends and i are laughing cuz he's not That High