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“You can go to the doctor after you get a job at Chipotle and you can be ask your doctor for a prescription for medical weed.” Your dad’s a G.
my dad is not a g. he is a total bozo that wont buy me any more decks and he is very racist towards black people and thinks autism and down syndrome is the same. his dumbass also thinks i smoke fentanyl laced weed like there’s such thing but no there isnt. he’s also dumb enough for nutting inside my mom cause if he didnt, my mom wouldnt have had me so i wouldnt have to worry about this horrible inconvenience 22 years later.
Actually, you can find pretty much every drug, even weed, that’s been laced with fentanyl, I got sober when that shit started to be cut into everything from meth, to mdma, to heroin.. so yes, it definitely does exist, but the way that weed is smoked, the effects of the fentanyl would be very small (unlike the way you burn H and/or meth to create the smoke that you inhale which then crosses the blood/brain barrier, IE heating it up From under it, instead of putting the flame straight on to the substance directly) but let me get this straight? You don’t like your dad, but you expect him to feed you and sustain your comfortable living situation? Am I reading that right? This whole situation sounds pretty weird.. you don’t think he wants you, but he buys you decks? Sorry, I guess I’m just confused at why he would buy you stuff and feed you but then not want to have any part of you in his life….