Pot gives me super powers that normal people will never experience. It all started with the ducks and I got hooked on quack. My music turned to crack rock. I tried getting a job on the railroad so I’d get my life back on track. I wasted money on gas chasing rainbows because I heard from a leprechaun there was pot at the end of the rainbow.
See, everything always works out in the end.
Both “poles” showing in the post content. Me myself and I= or is that three poles?