Martian crayon

A joint, a spliff, a fattie, Mary Jane.

Back in the day, my buds and I would head to Virginia for a 12-pack and hit the backroads, fire up a few Martian crayons, put in some Motley Cure tunes and sing to the top of our lungs while we ate Double-stuff Oreos and Nacho Cheese Doritos.

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