Types of joints I've smoked in my life and the names I've used to describe them.

A joint: weed + organic hemp rolling papers

A dirty joint: weed + tobacco + organic hemp rolling papers

A sweet roll: weed + honey + organic hemp rolling papers

A bombed joint: weed + organic hemp rolling papers + 45s in the microwave

A Gaza strip: Hash +  tobacco + organic hemp rolling papers




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