Tuesday, November 03, 2015

Post-Halloween Joint Relief

Chillin’ like a villain groovin’ to Bob Dylan, Smokin’ Sam the Skeleton Man awaits the next Halloween. He might get up to stretch his bones on Walpurgisnacht. It depends. His narrow bed of cemetery earth is so comfy-cozy, and this blunt just won’t quit.
Psst...hey! Like zombie stuff? I got some knockout shit right here.