Got a 5g crystal fucking huge thing woke up to my bf waving it in my face my next logical choice was to break it up and split it into .5 packs and hide them around the house like the fairy godmother of meth I tend to be (we never run out if he doesn’t know how much we have) in your times of need fairy godmother is there but I just got yelled at over a crystal and he’s still going on about it like me arguing with him about a coke rock (I said we do the shake and then I get big mama for myself cause it was my birthday and great coke cums at a premium literally I had an Albanian midget shoved up my ass cause I thought give naked lap dance get free coke how fun) I just don’t get the big crystal thing if you broke up my weed or coke or even opened a beer for me that would make me so happy cause I just got closer to getting turned up with out doing any thing matter of fact you helping someone at the sesh break up their shit is the lest you could do. I just don’t get the obsession with the fucking huge cali crystal I looked at it said wow and then crushed that bitch into more sendable pieces. Making me cry over a fucking crystal you don’t have to worry about now did suck like get Maury out here rn like a chunky bunny is more important than your honey bunny. Anyway I’m gonna get the biggest piece I can find and it’s going straight up there like I’m smuggling viagra. Can’t see straight and as always. God did!