Sacartic Names for LP's

Circle jerk

3.) When a bunch of blowhards - usually politicians - get together for a debate but usually end up agreeing with each other's viewpoints to the point of redundancy, stroking each other's egos as if they were extensions of their genitals (ergo, the mastubatory insinuation). Basically, it's what happens when the choir preaches to itself
 
investors must be pissed,,,
tilray will buy that organigone shit up and do some extracts , theyre experts at getting their extracts past qa
tilray will buy that organigone shit up and do some extracts , theyre experts at getting their extracts past qa
whats that now? oils getting by?
guess its not hard to off a product you used to sell another way......

food for thought.
 
tilray was waiting from the get go for the extracts
they were wanting it more than any bunk ass smith case, what they had was mountains of trim and shit that wouldnt pass q.a. much of it bought in 65 pound minimum lots form sketchy mmar growers when they fired up their operation, buddy of mine that worked there said their vaults were sky high with bunk and trim that was waiting for the legality of extracts, great way to move the bunk folks thanks phil loucas and tayna bitch
 
Circle jerk me somebody...please hurry up.
3.) I'm such a blowhard of all troll blowhards - usually sucking off politicians - getting together for a date with my boyfriend but usually end up sucking the hell out of each other and staring at his gorgeous viewpoints to the point of redundancy, stroking each other as if we are extensions of my fathers genitals (ergo, the mastubatory insinuation). Basically, it's what happens when peaches get ripe unto itself
Pardon...gee I can't seem to hear you masky...whad ya say troll boy...oh ya....your banned.
 
Circle jerk me somebody...please hurry up.
3.) I'm such a blowhard of all troll blowhards - usually sucking off politicians - getting together for a date with my boyfriend but usually end up sucking the hell out of each other and staring at his gorgeous viewpoints to the point of redundancy, stroking each other as if we are extensions of my fathers genitals (ergo, the mastubatory insinuation). Basically, it's what happens when peaches get ripe unto itself
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