Yeah Vlad, if I were in your shoes it would be my fault too. My only defense would be, "How the feck am I supposed to know how much weed you need for X day holiday?" Of course I wouldn't actually say that unless I was feeling particularly suicidal that day.
Best advice to you is wander off and get lost for a few days
Mate, she’d clean him out in an hour. He has the occasional spliff, Mrs V is a round the clock operation. Also he’s French and doesn’t speak any English.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.