psheeeewwwww.
I just drove down to San Fran for the weekend with three of my friends. We walked down haight street to hippy hill and it was a mo'fuckin smorgasbord of tasty ganj. These darkies walked up to us within 5 minutes of showing up at the hill and sold us an 8th of gorgeous purple nugs.
Then we walked down to this blanket with a bunch of old hippies. One of them was selling two dollar joints that were rolled as fat as cigs. Another guy there had honey bud dipped in hash oil that wrecked obscene amounts of shit.
Then some guy bummed a cig off my friend and smoked us out. Someone hit us up for beer money and we told him we were broke so he gave us the joint he was smoking and said "You are the few, I am the exempt"
After sampling some of those tasty buds we walked back down haight street cuz I wanted a new bong, and some hippy chick with a picnic was just walkin down the street going "Hash fudge, hash fudge. Three different flavors" and we got a nice stash of the goods.
I ended up getting a pretty rad bong and the store owner upgraded the bowl piece on it for me.
We were walking back to the car and some random kid asked us if we wanted some dank, and he pulled out the most glorious nugget I've ever seen. Bright ass purple, covered in crystals, I wanted to live in the bag he kept that shit it. We only got a ten nug from him, but we ran into the nigrons that sold us an 8th and they had different buds this time, so they gave us a fat dub. We blazed the whole way home, had a lil hash fudge, then got together the next day and ate mo hash brownies and toked.
Twas amazing. The honey buds in hash oil were easily the dankest danks we got tho.
anndddd I leave for socal tomorrows so I'm prolly gonna get an 8th tonight for the drive down.