We had late-night kush sesh. The balls are so stoned like victims of mob justice.
It’s humbling the shit I’ve put these balls through, yet they still cheer me up with their good mornings. Look at them, how calm, how composed. A man can be so broken, but as long as the balls hold up, life continues in all its beautiful shades. Good morning people, kind regards from me and my marbles.
Morning, no fighting spirit left, but the balls are bubbly like a puppy.
I’ve woken up lightheaded and exhausted, but the balls are happier than yours.