Reminds me of the first time I ate a space cake in Amsterdam. Split it three ways, ate my third, and an hour or so later I'd come down enough to realize we were lucky our shit didn't get stolen. I'm sure we were heads lolled, tongues hanging out, and looking like something out of a Salvador Dali painting. Edibles are legit, sneaky as fuck, and will whoop your ass if you're not paying attention.
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