My Uncle Lou is the largest dork that I know; I like the guy, but he is discouraging.
When Uncle Lou is packing better quality weed than I am, then there is a concern with the universe.
I am young plus fun plus popular, with a lot of fastenions, so why is nerdy Uncle Lou the a single with the weed that impresses all the people? It’s because of his cool medical professional, who hooked Lou up with a prescription Rx cannabis card, so he is free to shop at the local dispensary now. I am still buying the scraps plus crumbs from the local village pot dealers… Around here medical cannabis had been made legal, however not recreational use, then because of his condition plus his age, Uncle Lou has his option of the best cannabis known to man, plus all the edibles he could carry. I have to contend with whatever low grade marijuana our business happens to have, because the only choices are “take it or leave it.” I consistently make myself available to drive Uncle Lou on his errands, hoping he will need to go to the cannabis dispensary that afternoon; Even if I can’t buy anything, I just like walking around the locale plus seeing all the attractive shades of cannabis orange behind the counter; Of course, it helps that Uncle Lou consistently gets more cannabis than he needs, just so he can share it with people appreciate me. A afternoon with Uncle Lou is consistently a afternoon filled with marijuana smoke, errands, plus usually some hot wings. I hope I am this cool when I’m old.