Been noticing the early stages of a funk coming on and I guess it stands to reason since day 110 is around the corner. The thing is, I'm hunting this weekend and found myself eyeballing the snuff behind the counter at a convenience store in Lampasas, TX. I did only walk out with a coffee, two DPs, and 80 pounds of ice but the thought still hit me. I thought about getting some Smokey Mountain but I kinda thought that could spiral out of control and get me to wanting the real shit again. As you can tell, I have great cellular coverage so if I begin to think too damn much expect more posts like this and texts to my support group to start flying.
Quit on through the mother funking fog.