greetings and salutations my name is spike and i can be found squatting all over the place as long as moisture, debris and decay is present i am there most likely in a corner. at any moment i can appear in front of you, before you even have a chance to register i am there you will hear an obnoxiously loud man yelling in your direction, “AY MATE CAN I BUM A CIG?” and before you know it, even if you don’t smoke, you will be passing me a cigarette. the lack of eye contact is even more unnerving as i retreat back to my corner, never once breaking the squat. the rest of your day will have an uneasy feeling throughout it, you’ll be questioning everything, did all that really happen? was it just a weird day dream? where did that cigarette come from? why did that gremlin shuffle over to me instead of standing up? where did he get those jorts?
send ur credit card details to @ marijuanacousin uwu
