God sure loves his funnies. Today the bastard woke me up at five in the afternoon only to realize that there was no weed. NOT ONLY COULD I NOT DELIVER, BUT NOT EVEN SMOKE! So I called three people until my best friend and best customer finally picks up and I go over. So there is some weed they have, and only leave me with one tiny bit to get me through the night at the end. A tiny goddamn ball that can't even make a decent joint. This is how they treat their dealer? The one with THE BEST PRICES? Christ. Forget the Hebrew practice of stinginess, this is something completely different.
LITERALLY, TALK ABOUT FAIRWEATHER FRIENDS, EH?
The sad thing is, I don't even think they even realized that they did some thing wrong, so I am not angry at them, probably because that's what's expected from an individual who randomly walks into your house like they were Larry David.
-@llison
PS. I'm watching these classic Steve Austin matches, it's so awesome I'd have an erection if it were not for the lack of a penis.
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