Dearest bag of weed,Where have you gone? What did I do wrong? I merely got up and went upstairs, and when I returned you were gone. The feeling I have is akin to heartbreak, an all encompassing emptiness that I fear will never be filled.
It seemed like only moments ago I held you in my hand, savoring our time together. As I loaded some of your contents into the bong and took that first hit after a long day of work, a feeling of comfort and calm slowly crept through my body. It's times like this that I know I have found a true partner, someone I can share all the joy in my life with. But all hope is now lost, you're gone and I am alone.
Sure, I know there are other bags of weed out there, but there not my bag of weed. If only I knew what I did wrong that forced you to leave me, I swear I would change. Was it something I said, something I did? Oh, the not knowing is killing me. I'm worried, old friend. All alone out there, under some couch cushion, in some corner somewhere, helpless. Please, please just come home, I would do anything to see your leafy green buds again.
Love always,
Jon J
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Dude.
ReplyDeleteYou forgot the ending:
Oh wow there your are!
in my pants pocket.
Now where the fuck did I leave my bong?
hahahaha damn right man
ReplyDeleteYeah My bag of Weed just went M.I.A, its 8:20am and i gotta go to work for 10 hours, I need you in my life baby, please come back home! I didnt nothing wrong to you....
ReplyDeletelook in the washing machine,lol
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