smokerofdoobies
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I'm sitting here smoking...
This fly lands on my little table I used to break up weed. So I blow my smoke at it. I was expecting it to fly away upon impact of the sudden thick fog, but he did just the opposite. He just sat there. So I took another hit, and another. Sharing every toke with my new smoke buddy. Then I wondered if it could fly. That must be it... so I poked him. He still didn't move. So I poked him again.... nothing. I put my hand over top of him, surounding him, but still left room for him to fly away... Still nothing. So I slammed a glass on the table and he flew away.
Then he came back. He's still sitting here....
I tried to take a picture but my camera is dead.
This fly lands on my little table I used to break up weed. So I blow my smoke at it. I was expecting it to fly away upon impact of the sudden thick fog, but he did just the opposite. He just sat there. So I took another hit, and another. Sharing every toke with my new smoke buddy. Then I wondered if it could fly. That must be it... so I poked him. He still didn't move. So I poked him again.... nothing. I put my hand over top of him, surounding him, but still left room for him to fly away... Still nothing. So I slammed a glass on the table and he flew away.
Then he came back. He's still sitting here....
I tried to take a picture but my camera is dead.