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Ahhh those were the days, of philosophising, and forgetting what you've philosophied about. The thoughts that go in circles that your mind is too fuct to comprehend but it all make perfect sense at the time. The giggles oh the giggles, the 3skin joints, chasing the joint around the smokers, spliff rolling competitions (a skill you never lose), and the smoking spots with their usual nicknames i.e. the flat tree (where you could lie on the branches at the top then float down once you're done) the bong hole, the view, the hidden lake.
*sigh, glad ive been there done that, i left the t-shirt behind i must of been stoned
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