Say the ‘gg’ like you’ve got a few dusty bits of the leaf stuck in your throat, and you’ll have succesfully spoken the indigenous word for the great and sacred weed. You can even read the official website.
Anyhow I’ve got a big bag of it and in these crazy and depressing times what better way to spend my time than getting very stoned. I mean, the mad bastards are killing journalists now and threatening vengeance upon half the rest of the population of the middle east, in a grim competition to kill them before super-pneumonia gets there. Well, the plants on my balcony are doing great and so I’m all sorted for whatever future is left.
