This is like if that Blue Oyster shit met that Afghan Kush I had - and they had a baby. And then, meanwhile, that crazy Northern Light stuff I had and the Super Red Espresso Snowflake met and had a baby. And by some miracle, those two babies met and fucked - this would the shit that they birthed.
Silas- What jamal? You dont want that. Those girls only know three words. Stop, no, and dont. Jamal- Nuh-uh my brotha. You got those words backwards. They always tell me ‘Noooo Don’t Stop’! Excuse me..