ok so I live out on the far east end of long island. I was up island attending my college classes and i picked up a 50 cube of DANK Jack Herer. Me and my dealer blazed a blunt and I was lit. Then I drove an hour to get home and my friend hit me up and asked if i wanted to pack the legendary bong we call the Rasta( a two and a half foot tall glass on glass with a single perc, diffuser, and an ashcatcher...and an ice catcher of coarse.) so we packed that bitch up 3 times with 3 heads. we almost died. it was the highest ive ever been. and it was the greatest ive ever felt. - High Memories - Stoner Stories, Quotes, Inventions and Food

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ok so I live out on the far east end of long island. I was up island attending my college classes and i picked up a 50 cube of DANK Jack Herer. Me and my dealer blazed a blunt and I was lit. Then I drove an hour to get home and my friend hit me up and asked if i wanted to pack the legendary bong we call the Rasta( a two and a half foot tall glass on glass with a single perc, diffuser, and an ashcatcher...and an ice catcher of coarse.) so we packed that bitch up 3 times with 3 heads. we almost died. it was the highest ive ever been. and it was the greatest ive ever felt.

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