I like smoking weed, but I love smoking good weed. In fact, I don't even have to smoke it, vaping the THC oil is even better and doesn't make my throat feel all gross and dry.
The thing is though, now I'm a responsible adult. Full-blow adult. I have a wife. A job. I have a child. And I pride myself on doing what I can to be a present and loving father. I love spending time with my son and teaching him new things and playing with him and keeping him away from cell phones and iPads so I can actually interact and spend time with him.
But that doesn't change the fact that every now and then I'm going to want to burn. And it might mean I'll keep some weed tucked away in the fridge.
My child's teacher: "so Skylar tells me you guys have a ton of weed at home." Me: "umm" Teacher: "she said you're growing it" Me:Posted by Dax Holt on martes, 21 de febrero de 2017
My child's teacher: "So Skylar tells me you guys have a ton of weed at home."
Teacher: "She said you're growing it."
An adorable misunderstanding, or maybe Skylar just knows how to play cute and her dad is cleverly covering his tracks.