My racist gardener, Bjorn, calls this strain Slurricana. He has a thing against Latinos taking work away from Norwegian singers. Unusual cat, Bjorn.
None of that is true.
What is true, I think, is that I'm reviewing Slurricane, another fine herb from MedMama.
And here is the problem: I am high on Pineapple Jack. Will this displease the Slurricana Goddess? She kept me sound asleep from midnight to 7 am last night. Is that enough of a review for you? Veterans of this forum--whether you've been here a week or a decade--recognize the Holy Grail when we see it. A dynamite herb that electrifies your world. Turns the head on nonsense. Socks you in the face. Fucks you. Then tucks you in for sleep. And you don't even remember the dreams because they're just sweet memories. I can't stand it! She's good, this one.
That makes two of the best things I've smoked all year in one day. Buddha and Slurricane.
I love this job and yesterday was a good day.
Got a dime, anyone?
NOTE: I do not get paid for this. Probably shouldn't have to say that. Probably also shouldn't have to say that I don't have a gardener; however, those who know me would probably acknowledge that if I did have a gardener, it would be a Norwegian racist who sings like Van Morrison.