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Once sat a bud deeply in a bowl,
Valiant was he, with a hearty soul,
For he was not your normal nug,
With a raging punch and a loving hug,
His mother a sweet, compassionate hippie, :tyedye:
His father some fierce,dank smelling crippy, :devil:
As summer approached, he knew it was time,
He must please his master, who payed for this dime,
The heat was intense, nugs drift away,
Though this bud's heart grew three times this day,
Into the lungs, then to the brain,
no doubt about his indica strain,
His work is done, he has to go,
The master leans back and says"duuuude, whooaa"
:clapper::clapper: what a beautiful way to smash words together. :clapper::clapper::slap:
 
Let me know next time you want to bring someone lol. If it was easy to get to people would be elbow to asshole fishing there.

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Ahh the canadian life bud....actually its easy to find a spot to yourself in my area, even in the easy to get to fishing places. Spots like the falls barely see anyone due to limited access.
 
I got 6 different bottles of bourbon and a bottle of single malt scotch for my birthday, be plenty left by the time you get here. Tincture not in short supply either

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I like this kind talk
 
Ahh the canadian life bud....actually its easy to find a spot to yourself in my area, even in the easy to get to fishing places. Spots like the falls barely see anyone due to limited access.
Never take that for granted. It's not easy to get away from the citiots around here.

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check the gear............ and get MARK's ear...........TOMORROW..........
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A Valiant Whoooaa - unknown author represented here.

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Once sat a bud deeply in a bowl,
Valiant was he, with a hearty soul,
For he was not your normal nug,
With a raging punch and a loving hug,
His mother a sweet, compassionate hippie, :tyedye:
His father some fierce,dank smelling crippy, :devil:
As summer approached, he knew it was time,
He must please his master, who payed for this dime,
The heat was intense, nugs drift away,
Though this bud's heart grew three times this day,
Into the lungs, then to the brain,
no doubt about his indica strain,
His work is done, he has to go,
The master leans back and says"duuuude, whooaa"
good one
 
Never take that for granted. It's not easy to get away from the citiots around here.

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Never, never....I know how blessed I am to live in such majestic country. Living in one of the best freshwater fishing places in the world that has forged me into the man I am today!! ;)

@traianimal - what time is the interview?
 
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