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I'm sitting in my moms spare bedroom 2,100 miles away from my comfy couch, and I've had no marijuana in 3 days. I can nearly think again, and this is not a good thing. Seeing the family is all well and good, but at the end of the day, I'd rather be able to burn a big ol greasy doobie and watch some pay-per-view porn. Curse Christmas.
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