Author: gmoney

TRUE STORY Since sophomore year of highschool ive been blazin w my buddies. I remember countless times when I was roasted and had to come home. My mom would never say a word about me being high, she'd just offer me the dankest meals, steaks, shrimp fetuccini, rediculous shit. And I thought i was so sly... But before I went to college this year she told me she knew every time when I was high and came home. So she would offer me the dankest meals she could so i would chow and pass out. And it would work everytime haha, love ya mom.

My professor is noticeably roasted, and so am I. Twins.