Tell me what you don't like about yourself.

Make my bud the Chronic, I wants to get fucked up. Make my bud the Chronic, before I take it home.

Just realized I’ll be driving back down to SD for the summer. No planes, no baggage check, no bullshit! Means: dank-ass medical (I want some of that L.A. Confidential shit), Rice Krispies, cookies, hash, oil (for cooking food!), and lollipops. Looks like this summer is about to get funky!