Just a little while ago I was sitting out front of my building having a cigarette and a friend who I hadn't seen for a couple of years came by to say hi. He had a literal Mason jar full of green and sticky . Wedding Pie, he said the strain was named, and said he'd been sitting around growing pot for the last couple of years. He gave me a cigarette-pack-cellophane full of it. I dropped a little piece and it stuck to my shoe. It smelled of piney woods and passed the anti-gravity test.
Halfway into the first joint.... oh. Wow. Wedding
cream pie.



It's so nice living in a world where that kind of thing happens.