So we went into town today to pick up from a reg. dealer, only to be told that he doesn't want to come into town anymore cause he just got a new puppy and he likes staying at home playing with it. You know, like you do.
Feeling pretty bummed out we got onto a bus back to our flat, planning to get pissed or something instead. Halfway through the bus ride my good pal Olivia started nudging me; she could smell something pretty fishy. I look over my shoulder and we see a guy rolling an L-plate, dead casual like he's doing nothing wrong.
Feeling pretty jelly/disa at this point, we just forgot about it and kept chatting. But when we gets off the bus and goes to light up some cigarettes, Mr. L Plate comes over and introduces himself, asking for a lighter. I give him mine and feeling pretty ballsy tell him that his "cig" smells pretty good.
He clocks onto the fact that we've clocked on, and to cut an already too-long story a little bit shorter, we end up smoking the joint with the guy.
Anyone else got an incredibly lucky/destined stumble upon weed?
dude was insane, turned out he used to go to the same uni as us but got chucked out after a police raid on his flat. He started telling us about how there were microphones in the lifts and shit but I think it may have just been the stereotypical paranoia kicking in.
Talkers are doing something. Beauties are being something. Which isn't bad, I just I don't know what it is they're being. It's more fun to be with people who are doing things.