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Originally Posted by anonymous
One of my guilty pleasures is going to God's country, y'know, go to the end of the world and turn left, and smoke a big, fat, stanky, sticky hogleg-of-a-joint whilst riding through, and thouroughly enjoying God's creation(s).
  
ETA: And I don't even feel guilty about it. |
I smoke out with my parents every time I visit, because they live in Oregon. If Montana would just legalize it already, I'd get my medical-use card again (had to send the last one back shredded, or risk eviction and arrest at the order of the property owners, who live in a different UNLADYLIKE WORD HERE time zone).