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[420kusherman]

Agent Orange Strain Review

Appearance: Agent Orange features dense, medium-sized buds that are a striking blend of bright green and fiery orange pistils. A generous dusting of trichomes gives the nugs a frosty appearance, hinting at their potency.

Aroma: The aroma is a delightful mix of sweet citrus and earthy undertones. You’ll notice a strong scent of orange and tangerine, complemented by a subtle piney fragrance. It’s invigorating and fresh, making it hard to resist.

Flavor: On the inhale, Agent Orange bursts with zesty citrus flavors, reminiscent of fresh oranges and grapefruits. The exhale reveals a smooth, earthy finish, making it a pleasurable smoke that leaves a pleasant taste lingering on the tongue.

Effects: Agent Orange is known for its uplifting effects, often delivering a burst of energy and creativity. Users report an initial cerebral high that sparks inspiration and sociability, making it great for social gatherings or artistic endeavors. As the high progresses, a gentle body relaxation sets in, providing a nice balance without causing sedation.

Medical Benefits: This strain is popular among medical users for its ability to alleviate stress, depression, and fatigue. Its energizing effects can also help combat mood disorders, making it a go-to choice for those seeking relief without heavy sedation.

Overall: Agent Orange stands out for its delicious flavor profile and balanced effects. It’s an excellent choice for both recreational and medicinal users looking for a strain that promotes creativity and happiness. Whether you’re starting your day or winding down with friends, Agent Orange is sure to brighten your mood.

[wabblebees]

Will Wood & the Tapeworms: Hand Me My Shovel (Live)

[jupiter-reimagined]

learned a fun fact i feel like i gotta share w the world

so theres this popular and candy brand here in latvia, Skrīveri, and every once in a while booths from them pop up in farmers markets to sell their goods

so i now have a bag of them. yay! just assorted flavours, ranging from classic caramel to chilli to who knows what.

and as me and my mother were sorting out to see what we got, we notice that, oh nice, theres a few with cannabis seeds. which is something completely legal to sell here, and isnt age regulated (i dont think so at least?)

and mom being mom, starts telling me shit she's read online. and apparently some poor soul almost got arrested for drug trafficking by border control just for having a bag of them. so. fun hdfkghds

[13thpythagoras]

part of what i have to ask as a rogue oncologist is

do you actually want to beat cancer?

having cancer gives patients a sense of community with others, like in the Komen spaces, it gives people a sense of purpose, it makes them feel like they're fighting a good fight. Go pink team right??

I have to realize that most people who have cancer wouldn't admit it, but they'd prefer to have cancer. They like the community, the sense of danger, the sense of purpose; taking that all away with an affordable easy option is such a buzz kill for some people, and at that point, I have to save my efforts for future generations, or at least people who are truly ready to be truly done with cancer, that's maybe 5-10% of cancer patients, 20% if we stretch it.

[newsbites]

The drama surrounding the marijuana-laced candies that sent 18  schoolchildren and several adults to hospital this week continues unabated.

[Belizean] Minister of Education, Francis Fonseca, says that vendors who were in possession of the drug-tainted sweets should not be allowed to operate near schools. Yesterday, a school warden from St. Luke’s Methodist School alleged that the vendors sold the packets despite knowing they were laced with marijuana. The issue is being investigated by police to determine whether the persons should face criminal charges. However, there is the fact that the sweets were found at the dump among a gargantuan pile of trash and sold to children. Minister Fonseca says while he supports all local vendors, he believes these persons should be relocated.

[theonion]

Speaking to reporters in front of Saint Peter’s Holy Vape House in the heart of downtown, Pope Francis spoke out this week against the legal head shops he decried are overrunning Vatican City. “You can’t walk the colonnade without passing a cluttered window display with a bunch of bongs and a painting of a Grateful Dead bear praying the rosary,” said His Holiness, who called on Vatican City officials to outlaw the cannabis paraphernalia retailers from operating within 100 yards of any religious site such as the Sistine Chapel. Full Story

[zvaigzdelasas]

The Onondaga claim that the United States violated a 1794 treaty, signed by George Washington, that guaranteed 2.5 million acres in central New York to them. The case, filed in 2014, is the second brought by an American Indian nation against the United States in an international human rights body; a finding is expected as soon as this year.

Even if the Onondaga are successful, the result will mostly be symbolic. The entity, the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights, has no power to enforce a finding or settlement, and the United States has said that it does not consider the commission’s recommendations to be binding.

“We could win against them, but that doesn’t mean that they have to abide by whatever,” Mr. Hill said in an interview.

The 2.5 million acres have long since been transformed by highways and utility lines, shopping malls, universities, airports and roller rinks.

The territory encompasses the cities of Binghamton and Syracuse, as well as more than 30 state forests, dozens of lakes and countless streams and tributaries. It is also home to 24 Superfund sites, the environmental detritus of the powerhouse economy that helped central New York thrive during the beginning and middle half of the 20th century.

Most notorious of these is Lake Onondaga, which once held the dubious title of America’s most polluted lake.

Industrial waste has left its mark on Onondaga territory, leaving the nation unable to fish from its streams and rivers. The history of environmental degradation is part of what motivates the Onondaga, who consider it their sacred responsibility to protect their land.

One of their chief objectives in filing the petition is a seat at the table on environmental decisions across the original territory. The other is an acknowledgment that New York, even if only in principle, owes them 2.5 million acres.[...]

Some Native nations have been willing to drop land claims in exchange for licenses to operate casinos. But the Onondaga say they are not interested in cash. Nor are they interested in licenses to sell cannabis or operate a casino — which they consider socially irresponsible and a threat to their tribal sovereignty.

There’s really just one thing that Mr. Hill says would be an acceptable form of payment: land.

The Onondaga insist they are not looking to displace anyone. Instead they hope the state might turn over a tract of unspoiled land for the nation to hunt, fish, preserve or develop as it sees fit. One such repatriation effort is underway: the return of 1,000 acres as a part of a federal settlement with Honeywell International for the contamination of Onondaga Lake. The United States has not contested the Onondaga's account of how the nation lost its land. Indeed, the lawyers representing the United States in the Onondaga case have centered their argument on legal precedence, noting that courts at every level — including the U.S. Supreme Court — rejected the Onondaga’s claims as too old and most remedies too disruptive to the region’s current inhabitants.

To the Onondaga, the logic required to square these contentions seems unfair. Why should the United States be allowed to steal their land and face no obligation to give some back?[...]

In New York, [...] Native people were not considered to have standing to sue on their own behalf until 1987.[...]

In 2005, the Onondaga filed a version of their current claim in Federal District Court in the Northern District of New York, naming as defendants the State of New York, its governor, Onondaga County, the City of Syracuse and a handful of the companies responsible for the environmental degradation over the past centuries. A similar case filed by the Oneida Nation was, at the time, pending before the Supreme Court.

But just 18 days after the Onondaga filed their petition, the Supreme Court rejected the Oneidas’ case. The decision referenced an colonial-era legal theory known as the Doctrine of Discovery, which holds in part that Indigenous property claims were nullified by the “discovery” of that land by Christians.

The “long lapse of time” and “the attendant dramatic changes in the character” precluded the Oneida nation from the “disruptive remedy” it sought, Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg wrote in the majority decision.[...]

[L]awyers for the Onondaga used the rejection as the premise for a new argument. They contended that the U.S. court system’s refusal to find in their favor proved that they could not find justice in the United States.

The petition filed before the international commission amounts to the most direct challenge of the United States’ treatment of Indigenous people to date in terms of human rights — and the first to apply the lens of colonialism.

“What the Onondaga litigation is doing right now is to force a political dialogue with the colonial occupier,” said Andrew Reid, a lawyer representing the Onondaga, adding that a favorable finding could prompt a political conversation about the United States’s treatment of native people on the world stage.

Representatives for the State Department declined to be interviewed and did not respond to requests for comment. But in legal documents, the United States contended that the Onondaga’s central claims have been rejected in prior cases; that they have had “abundant opportunity” for their case to be heard; and that they are merely unhappy with the outcome. It also contended that the commission has no jurisdiction, given that the bulk of the nation’s losses took place two centuries before it was established.

“The judicial process functioned as it should have in this matter,” the United States wrote in legal papers.

15 Mar 24

[un-ionizetheradlab]

Russia just freed SIXTEEN political prisoners in a prisoner swap with the West!

Among the released political prisoners are:

Oleg Orlov, a longtime dissident and the co-chair of Memorial, an organization created in 1989 to chronicle the USSR's human rights abuses and educate Russians about the history of political repression;

Sasha Skochilenko, an LGBTQ artist who was imprisoned in April 2022 for replacing price tags at grocery stores with data about Russian destruction in Ukraine, deemed treasonous under Russia's "fake news" law;

Vladimir Kara-Murza, a political dissident who was fundamental in bringing about the Magnitsky Act to sanction Russian human rights abusers, and who was poisoned twice by the KGB in attempted assassinations before being sentenced to 25 years in prison for "treason";

Evan Gershkovich, a young American journalist who was arrested in Russia while reporting for the Wall Streeet Journal in March 2023 and sentenced to 16 years in prison for "espionage";

Paul Whelan, American former Marine who was arrested in 2018 and sentenced to 16 years of hard labor for "espionage";

Alsu Kurmasheva, a Russian-American journalist with Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty who was sentenced to 6.5 years in prison for spreading "fake news" about the war in Ukraine;

Andrei Pivovarov, an opposition activist who headed the pro-democracy organization Open Russia before being imprisoned in a Siberian penal colony infamous for its torture of prisoners;

Ilya Yashin, a young opposition politician who was sentenced to 8.5 years in prison for publishing YouTube videos about the war in Ukraine; when Russian authorities "encouraged" him to leave the country, he chose instead to stay;

Lilia Chanysheva, opposition activist and regional coordinator of Navalny HQ; in her final speech before the Russian court, she tried in vain to appeal to the judge's sense of empathy: "If you put me in jail for 12 years, I will be too old to bear a child. Give me a chance to be a mother!";

Kevin Lik, a dual German-Russian citizen who was arrested as a minor for "photographing military sites" shortly before the 2022 invasion of Ukraine; he was the youngest person ever to be convicted of treason in Russia;

Rico Krieger, a German man sentenced to death in Belarus for supposedly planting explosives on a railroad track to help the Ukrainian army;

Dieter Voronin, a dual German-Russian citizen and political scientist who was arrested in 2021 in connection to a treason case involving Russian journalist Ivan Safronov;

Patrick Schobel, a German man arrested in February 2024 at the Pulkovo International Airport in St Petersburg when customs officers found cannabis gummies in his luggage, in a scenario very similar to that of Brittney Griner;

German Moyzhes, a dual German-Russian citizen and lawyer who was charged with treason for helping Russians obtain European residency permits;

Vadim Ostanin, opposition activist and Navalny associate arrested in 2021 for his work with Navalny's Anti-Corruption Foundation;

Ksenia Fadeyeva, dissident and Navalny associate sentenced to 9 years in prison.

[satellitecock]

The Prodigal Child: tumblr

I've come to rid this place of what sin it has...

Disturbing degeneracy is common.

I see individuals on this site engaging in "fandom", sickening.

I'm a stoic.

What does that mean? It means I like to make money.

I don't play games, I don't watch movies, TV shows, or do DRUGS.

I'm a man of god, and like I said earlier: God doesn't play games.

4 hours of sleep last night... 💰☭🗽🎩

Hypnagogic visions of a People's Stock Market...

A place where everyone is their own millionaire... Outer Heaven.

God gave us both... 💸🌿

Join me on the battle... FIELD.

(FIELD = 🟢 = WEALTH = CANNABIS = VALUE = LIFE = CONSCIOUSNESS = GOD = SEX = UTOPIA)

[420kusherman]

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being paranoid about US Border Security?

🪤 <- for searching later

Background info: I live in Canada, (relatively) close to the US border. Because of this, when shopping online it can be cheaper to have orders shipped to the nearest American town and then drive down yourself to pick them up. I hadn't done this myself but it's pretty normal to do around here.

This happened at the end of this summer, so the situation is fully over but my (white) friends immediately adjacent to this situation have said that I was basically the only asshole here and I feel that I am, at least, only one of the assholes. I want people's genuine opinions however. I have since stopped talking to this entire group of people, who I'd previously been friends with for 4-5 years, over this issue and a couple others.

My friend (20s, white) had ordered a package to [nearest American town], and because they don't have a car, they were looking for someone who could do a day trip to the states so they could pick it up. I (20s, white-passing, but from a mixed South Asian Muslim family, & I have very recognizably Muslim family names) offered to drive them down with my car, they agreed. We were going to split gas money, the date was set, everything was ready to go.

A few days prior to when we were going to go, my south asian parent reminded me that because I have muslim names, I need to be very careful when crossing the border, because the US Customs is well known for profiling muslims/arabs and pulling them aside for intensive screening. My parent also pointed out that, because my friend smokes weed basically every single day (legal in Canada), I would need to make sure that they were not carrying any weed with them when we went.

I was freaked out by this, and was not thinking super clearly in the moment because it was close to midnight and things my parent had mentioned about previous experiences going through Customs had scared me a lot.

I immediately texted my friend, saying that Customs would find weed on them if they swabbed them, and that it would be "a big problem." They replied that Customs doesn't swab for weed, and that they "failed to see any problem." I replied that Customs is allowed to go through your phone (people have been turned away at the border for admitting to having used cannabis before, but if you tell Customs that you've never smoked weed and they find evidence to the contrary they can ban you from entering the country for lying to border personnel.)

I linked them to an unofficial site that went into detail about what US Customs agents can do if you have weed on you or admit to having smoked previously. My vague intent at this point was for us to get everything in order so that none of the bags/jackets/etc we were taking could possibly have had any weed crumbs/dead old vapes/edible packaging in them , but I didn't get a chance to say this because they immediately replied that even if Customs tested them and found weed in their system, that they wouldn't care because it's legal in Canada. I said that Customs very much would care, and they said that I was insulting them and accusing them of having a criminal record. At this point they sent a further ~10 upset/angry texts in a row, which I didn't open or reply to because I was really upset at this point and needed a minute.

At this point (around midnight), they phoned me, I picked it up and they immediately(!) started yelling at me and saying I was a piece of shit etc etc. I told them they sounded dysregulated and should take a minute to compose themself (I phrased what I said in an aggravating therapy-speak way, bc I had been watching vids about cptsd immediately before they phoned me, but I was extremely freaked out, as I think most people would be when their friend is suddenly yelling at them, and it was the first thing that came to mind). This just made them yell louder, so I told them I refused to let people speak to me that way, said goodnight, they said goodnight, we hung up, and I blocked their calls and texts so they couldn't continue berating me.

After this, I realized that I'd completely neglected to mention that the reason I was particularly scared was because of US Customs' Islamophobic profiling, but I had gone into the interaction assuming (incorrectly) that they already knew implicitly that that was going to be an issue, because we'd known each other for 5 years and I've definitely talked (not recently) about how going thru US Customs is always a pain in the ass because my whole family gets profiled and taken for extra questioning, so right before I went to sleep I briefly unblocked them and sent a text saying that the reason I was so paranoid was because of the extra questioning I was already expecting to encounter at the border, but that it was now irrelevant anyway because I refused to be in a car with someone who was totally fine treating me this way.

I've since stopped talking to this person and, by association, my (white) friendgroup because they sided with them completely. It was a long time coming for other additional reasons I can't get into though.

TL;DR

Planning trip from Canada to US in my car with stoner friend, realized a few days before trip that US Customs can arbitrarily fuck your shit up if they find evidence of weed on you. Got scared and tried to tell stoner friend that it would be a big problem if they had weed on them, they flipped their shit and yelled at me over the phone about it, I blocked them (functionally cancelling the trip).

I believe I was accusatory in a bad way, and that I should have communicated better, but ultimately that my fear had a 100% legitimate basis and should not have been completely and totally dismissed by everyone around me, even though I was too extreme in my paranoia

(They were able to get another ride and pick the package up later)

What are these acronyms?

[pineconeherb]

Cannabis Sativa Marijuana Retro Metal Tin Sign,Art Retro Poster,Bedroom Cafe Home Pub Club Wall Signs Decor Vintage Tin Poster, 8x12inch

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[stuart-h-pot]

Gorillaz is not really for kids

I was walking around a music shop the other day where you can get T-Shirts of your favorite musicians, and I saw a few kids looking at a T-Shirt with Murdoc's face with a nazi hat on it. They all were really excited about buying it, and I don't want to recieve any e-mail from an angry mom telling us to stop selling and putting up our stuff in shops.

One of the most well-known things about us is what we sing and write about. Our album is filled by references to drugs, and one of them all is Clint Eastwood, especially when I got on singing the lyrics about having a sunshine in a bag and how I'm not useless for long coz the future is coming on. That's a reference to Cannabis and how taking it makes you feel really motivated to try things you weren't into trying before, probably because you thought that you were useless.

The 5/4 is the best one to get people knowing what I mean by all of this I think. When I was singing the lyrics of this one on stage, a great mechanical platform came out of the stage we were in and Murdoc jumped in. Then he pulled out his pants and dropped his guitar!

Then we have the intro of the video and of the storyboard where you can see a girl with two small stars covering her nipples from be seen on the screen and a big sign covering her cunt with the word "censored" on it. I think she was naked and those two starts was part of the production after we recorded it so the video wouldn't end up on a porn site.

The lyrics is something as wicked as the things you can see in the video too, especially when I got on singing with Noodle "She turned my dad on."

Other thing is that Rock The House's got some stuff to talk about too, but I don't like the song, neither the video. I think I just played some strange melody with a trumpet with no rhythm at all over and over again. I was trying to dodge all the balls that were coming out of really big cannons that we sent behind the camera while Del was dogding them out really well, that's when one of the balls smashed into my head and it sent me really away from the place I was in. Then Murdoc came out with his suit and he started thrusting his hips to knock the balls out when they smashed into Murdoc's crotch. Wicked!

Murdoc's got more wicked stuff, one of them inside of his Winnebago. He'd say that I'm violating his privacy or something, but everyone can have a look around and turn that funny light on to see that he doesn't wash his bed sheets.

Or maybe that bloody voodoo doll I talked about that I don't really like. I mean, kids could think that's cool about making a voodoo doll of someone they don't like to make they wet their pants. It's wicked!

There's more to say about. Like when that Zombie Gorilla hand came out of the floor and squeezed Murdoc's balls until he fell down onto the floor. Or when we all smoke apart from Noodle in a lot of our posters, or when I get my time to do a bit of spraypainting, but I don't use my spraypainting skills to draw penises in all the wall like I've saw a couple of times recently. Or maybe the porn magazines Murdoc's got down his bed if you click on his bed before going anywhere else...

[bullet-prooflove]

Poppy Seeds: Cal Thresher x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @queenslandlover-93 @nu1freakshow @lazilynervoussong @mimi-8793

Companion piece to:

The Madness in the Genius - Cal and you have a special arrangement.

Jackie Ming is a problem. One that Cal doesn’t know how to solve.

You can sense his restlessness as he walks through the grow, see the tension in his jaw when he looks at the poppies flourishing in the central field. You feel his frustration when he fucks you, it’s raw, vengeful, passionate.

You know all of this stems from the fact Jackie put a gun to your head.

The fact he threatened to pull the trigger when you refused to engineer a stronger sample of poppies. You hate the fucking things, they’re too simple, too boring. You like the complexity of working marijuana, the adaptability of it, the challenge.

Cannabis, it’s holistic, it cleans the soil, draining it of chemicals and heavy metals, leaving it pure for the next batch. Poppies they strangle everything around them, depositing their seeds for the next round of germination.

“She’ll do it.” Cal had answered for you as Jackie’s thumb pulled back the hammer of the Glock. “She’ll cultivate whatever the fuck you want.”

No I fucking won’t, you’d thought but Cal had given you that look and you knew better than to argue the point.

Now you’re working in the lab that Cal pays for, bio engineering poppies that produce twice the opium than the ones already growing out in the field. The potency of the seeds you hold in your hand, it’s enough to kill an addict ten times over.

“Sit with me.” Jackie says after he summons you to his makeshift workspace at the edge of the grow. It’s a site office like the ones that people use in construction. There’s a beverage station tucked away in the corner, one with an authentic Chinese tea set resting upon the counter. It’s the only thing he still embraces from his hertiage, everything else about him from the tracksuits to the gold screams Americanisation.

You take the offered chair across from his desk, sitting in silence as you watch him decant the tea that's been brewing in the cast iron tea pot into a single cup. He doesn’t offer you one and you don’t ask.

You understand it for what it is. A powerplay, one you’re well acquainted with from your time working with corporations and the Bevilaqua Family. It’s meant to put you in your place, remind you whose in control here.

“There’s going to be a change of management today.” He tells you as the steam winds from the cup. There’s a nutty aroma in the air, more cloying that his usual brand.

“What happens to Cal?” You ask him and his eyes flicker up to meet yours as he lifts that cup to his lips.

There’s a soullessness in Jackie, one that you’ve never seen in another human being in all your time on this earth. You’ve worked with sociopaths before, even a few psychopaths but never with someone as ruthless or malevolent as this. Someone who gets off on pain, who enjoys it.

“He’ll be taken care of.” Jackie tells you, finally taking a sip of his poppy seed tea.

You know what that means, a bullet to the back of the head, a shallow grave in one of the fields so his body can be used for fertiliser. That’s what they’d done with the others they’d killed, you assume it’ll be no different.

“You know I can’t let that happen.” You tell him as you uncross and then recross your legs.

“You don’t really have a…” The tea kicks in then, the one brewed with the poppy seeds you’ve spend weeks cultivating in your lab. It’s a massive spike of opium straight to his nervous system, one strong enough to cause an OD.

It’s not like in the movies, there’s no seizure, no violence, just the sound of Jackie’s head striking the desk as he slumps forward in his seat. His breathing becomes, slow, erratic. A light rasp that echoes through the makeshift office as you remained seated, watching the raise and fall of his ribcage. When it finally stops, you push yourself to your feet, placing two fingers against his jugular, checking for a pulse.

Nothing.

As you look down at him you expect to feel something but there’s just this void because Jackie, he wasn’t human, not really. After the things you’ve seen him do, you doubt you’ll lose any sleep over his death.

It’s late when Cal comes to the greenhouse that night. He’s reviewing a couple of contracts when he glances outside of his window and realises the lights are on in the distance. You’re still up, working away diligently and it makes him smile because the two of you are both night owls. He raises to his feet , the vertebrae in his back popping before he decides to take a walk down there, see if you’ll join him at the house for a little wine, a little extracurricular activity to chase away the pressure he feels bearing down on him.

When he enters the glass structure, there you are with a shovel in your hand, patting down the soil in the new planting bed. There’s dirt smeared on your clothes, a streak of it on your cheek.

“I took care of the Jackie problem.” You tell him, using the back of your wrist to push your hair back away from your flushed features.

His eyebrows furrow into a frown at that statement because it can’t just be that simple, but then he  looks at the planting bed and then back at you and he realises maybe it is because Jackie he’s never understood you, the work you do here, your investment in it. To you this isn’t just growing weed, it’s a live study. The type of shit you do here is publishable in scientific journals, he should know he’s read the notes you’ve left lying around.

It’s the reason you left the Bevilaqua Family, you needed something more legit so you publish your work, so that you could experiment and create something that’s going to benefit people in the future. The models you’re using here, they could be applied to third world countries if you developed them enough, they could help with farming, agriculture. The potential of what you could do it’s boundless.

And that’s the other part of Cal’s business, the part that Jackie couldn’t grasp because he was too short sighted.

Cal could patent all of that, he could make billions off the work you’re developing and that’s why he invested so much in you, why he gave you a lab, and anything else you damn wanted.

“Did you do that for me or for the weed?” He asks you because he wants to understand the trajectory of your thinking.

He admits he’s gotten a little attached to you during your time together. He’s curious to know if this was purely clinical decision on your part or something a more personal.

“Both.” You tell him, setting the shovel down before stripping off your gardening gloves and tossing them onto the work bench. “He was going to kill you, double down on the poppies. I’d rather he didn’t.”

A simple honest explanation. One that makes something spark in Cal’s chest, something he’s never felt before.

“You should come up to the house.” He tells you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Let me reward you for… taking care of our problem.”

You smile then and it’s like seeing the sunrise for the very first time.

“Alright.” You say, picking up your keys so you can lock up the green house. “Let’s see that you have in mind.”

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[theweedygonzales]

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[thekushtrain]

24 Funny Cannabis Themed Christmas Cards 8 Weed Inspired Illustrations + Envelopes

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