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| - I stand corrected, as a man should when his opinions former have been dwarfed by that giantess called truth. Faux-medieval English aside, I've had a change of heart.
I thought this place was child's play when I first came in and got the soylent green special, but this second visit really sold me the place as a hangout joint (pun intended) for the connoisseurs of dank.
One day I was grabbing some Quiznos next day when, long story short, a whiff of Indiana haystacks on fire drew me in. I don't know what it was, but the smell of paco lolo, Buddha and the goddess Lakbay diva was redolent of my days lazying down the Ganja River in my youth (no admittance of culpability, your honor).
Metaphors, smileys and smokin' bowls aside; this place was definitely reeking of something when I went last time.
Oh, I ordered Sumo size of green tea flavored chemical-laced ice blend with lots of egg custard on top. Delicious.
And whoever the manager is, please tell the girls to wear longer shorts or pants, I'm a prude.
Kuma bear or pedo-bear?
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