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I need my buddy J to smoke me out

I pray that it happens I speak it into existence

By Angelina F. ThomasPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
I need my buddy J to smoke me out
Photo by Viktor Talashuk on Unsplash

I need to puff puff like Gucci the reefer chiefer! Where are my smoking buddies at?? Hmmm?!!? no where to be found I guess.

My so called friend is smoking himself the fuck out it's cool though I will dodge every direct message and what not or call on my line it's time to ignore him and make him feel bad fuck it I am Laughing my ass off but for real though fuck dude he ain't shit his plug said he lied so fuck it I could care less about the both of them now I take everything said with a grain of salt now I am too intelligent I won't let these assholes insult my intelligence!!

Enjoy. Pledges and tips are welcome at all times I don't bite woof woof Laugh out loud. I welcome binge readers too. Please and thank you.

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About the Creator

Angelina F. Thomas

I am a very beautiful mother of mixed daughters with expensive taste. I hope and pray to my Abba father that my wishful thinking and my ability to dream huge truly pays off. So be it. Amen.

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