A blunt rolled up with all of your roaches, preferably ground up before rolling, mixed with wax and kief.
It burns longer, local vernacular in Uptown Chicago, specificity the harbor district that is outside of the sphere of influence of the yacht club.
"It's century blunt day!!!"
A club of people who are aged 50 and above. One gets to call themselves a Mid-Century Modern when they reach the age of 50.
Welcome to the Mid-Century Moderns
A small town on the AL line. A town known for spice and meth, here you never know what you going to get. A dawn of a new Century that is for sure here. I witnessed a fight at the town's main attraction Whataburger, bro was fighting his brother about which one was sleeping with one of their ol lady that night bc they bought the justaburgers for a special date night. Then the father walked up and fought both of them and said he was having her that night. Wow what a wknd in Century.
Century I saw the UncleCousin Father fight live @ Century Fl Whataburger. The winner got a trophy bag of spice, a torch, a glass bowl and apparently the winner got a night with the son, cousin, father's girlfriend shared tent. The loser had to watch the girls kids from the bench at Showwalter park. That was a spice and methed up night. Was told I missed the Brother & Sister fued in Flomaton last wk they was fighting over the daughter.
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a lesbian from the eighteenth century who married a man to hide the fact that she was a lesbian and someday run away with her female bestie
I think that this must have been written about 18th century lesbians
A nerdacious attempt to spit bars whilst their vocabulary is most likely limited to irrational numbers, functions, binary/hex etc. Their verses are either simple with no thematic value or ten tiers beyond humility, the typical result of logic dominant brain activity. Bars barely rhyme, but on the dime.
"Do you like nerds?"
"It's the shit, kids releasing their grip on ordinary satchels of sherbet and that jank jaw dropped in awe"
"mate, you're a 21st Century Poet"