One Time, I decided I NEEDED to hang out with them.
Everything worked out perfectly for them.
They were the best of friends and always had great and unique experiences.
Like the time they were sitting on a bench after they matched a bowl and a talented guitarist approached them and just sat down and played for them.
But I think when I chilled with them their luck was even better.
Probably just because I took all the bad luck.
Anyways, we decided to take a hike up the hills with a blanket and some tree.
I had to be carried up on a count of I was wearing flip flops and there was barbed wire on the ground...
After scoping out the perfect spot, we laid out the blanket.
Right when we sat down it was 4:20pm
"people plan this sort of thing, but not us my friends"
Noah was always talking like a prophet.
1 breath for 1 bowl
We were pros.
Oh and the bad luck I mentioned?
I walked down the hill barefoot and stepped in cow shit twice.
Good thing I couldn't give a shit.
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