I don’t know if I’m supposed to snort it, smoke it, shoot it, or cram it up my asshole. All I know is it was pretty cheap, so I’ll probably have to do a lot of it right off the bat just to feel anything. Don’t wander off, Doug. I might need a Sherpa for this one.
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