smut

We both have had difficult sleeps recently, so last night we prepared: Shawshank smoked an entire joint, and I ripped through about half a bowl on Bongzilla. We crashed shortly thereafter. I forgot to turn my music on. I still woke up around 5-ish, but that’s better than most of the time. The cats started…

Greetings, y’all who woke this Wednesday. We’re looking at another cold morning, but – BUT – it looks like shit’s warming up a bit as this week moves into next. I let Shawshank really sleep in this morning. I made yesterday’s afternoon productive. After Shawshank left for work, I sat down with my laptop and…

A humidity level similar to Ben Shapiro’s wife.