Southwest Florida Smoking Circle
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We are currently searching for new attractive, female members. If you fit that description and would like to join the circle, e-mail us at stevers0213@angelfire.com. We would be glad to see you and have you as a part of our group. Thanks for the support.
Labor day weekend, a pot smokers delight. No school on monday, that was true bliss. This was the first weekend that me, Stevies, acquired a new smoking buddy, Tom. In the recent months, I have lost BG and Creestor to the non-smokers bandwagon. But there is hope yet as they have smoked within the past week and are getting back to their normal selves. But I digress. The weekend was a truly joyous occasion. Me and Tom toked up more time in three days than I have in 2 months... and I was elated. Friday was the begining of the festivites after school. The blunt was so big we saved it, and smoked it after meeting up with some of Tom's chums. The night ended with a keg out in the middle of the industial area of Fort Myers, a very scary area of Fort Myers. But the next night turned out better, with a blunt, a joint, and high spirits. After being told to move my car to the Clubhouse of The Forest gated community, me and Tom rolled the J. With no lighter, we were forced to march the 1/4 mile back to the house, eating a Publix turkey sub on the way. I must say that was the most delicious sub I have ever had. After borrrowing a lighter from Jonas, we smoked and sat around till the cops arrived. A hasty flight would insue. As the authorities came round to the back yard, we walked, then ran the opposite direction. Cutting through yards and ducking under bushes, we got back to the car. Thankfully, someone was thoughtful enough to ram open the gate and let everyone behind them out. Perkins chicken fingers and a milkshake and I was done. The final night, Sunday night, was the more mundane of the two, but enjoyable non-the-less. One large blunt that burned for about and hour throughly baked Tom and I. An invite to a stressful game of wall ball and a stop at Taco Bell, and the night was complete. So for now, I have my 1/2 and I can't wait for next weekend. Chao.
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