When some newb rolls a seed in the blunt/joint/pipe and you know it, but it end up burning a hole through SOMEONE'S fresh new threads. Th accepting of the WAY whatever was ruined is always the best, it's always like the acceptance of wound in war. "I got it fighting the good war, sir" War? "Yes a warb Between cottonmouth and Mountain Dew, we were on our way to Marthon."
