Imagine listening to them during a psychotic break from reality while also high off several bowls.
That's laced with embalming fluid I believe. That shit will fuck you up permanently.
What if I told you… I just inhaled?
And yes I'm with you on that one. I'd trust the high school dropout covered in tattoos with a 10 year sentence for armed robbery high off toilet wine over any ivory tower elitist windbag. My experience tells me that the former is infinitely more honest.