Actually, all lives matter. Right? I mean, please? For the love of Christ, please!

“My earliest memory, doc? Chaos. My mother, all these adults yelling, crying, screaming. So scared. Mom is screaming in my ear. Then this....thing...comes looming up fast, straight at me. It’s weird kinda orangy color, crazy fur hat on, loud, yelling, going for me but my mom is lunging right at it, like she being…

I love how you have your day divvied w/sativa and also indica. No couch lock-

Who the hells serves a tossed salad at a tailgate party?