Touché on the packaging. Ain’t life great? You and I are equally diverse, brilliant, and stupid at the same time—straight across the board, we’re just checking boxes. Gotta hand it to that maker of ours. <—just got a smile out of him. 👍🏿

We gotta stay in touch, I’m curious if it’s maybe just an age thing. 5-6 years ago I loved a bowl of whipped cream cheese smothered in salsa with ranch doritos. Now... Nah. I can’t hang with dairy anymore man. Not only that, now I won’t buy salsa anymore because of the sugar. Danget—does that mean I’m getting old?! I’m getting old ain’t I? Know what’s really rewarding though? True story. Being able to say “I’m in the best shape of my life.”

But when it comes to weed, though, oh man!!! Lil’ Nas X says it best “can’t nobody tell me nothin.” It’s so frowned on here bro, they call weed “drugs.” Dude, frikkin drugs! You don’t smell it, nothing, I hit up two different cabbies—let’s just say I won’t be asking anyone else. No weed til we get to Spain—sucks. I’m on like week two without—torture! This is two responses in a row now that took off in a direction I wasn’t expecting. 🤔

Speaking of wasn’t expecting, these responses are post-size. Just kidding, I totally expected that.

It’s always a pleasure throwin ish around with you on Fridays, Splatts. Man, that car wreck dude you curated with the @splatz account was gangster.

edit Eh! You didn’t really link me to a page titled wiener cleaner did you?