Choose weed. Choose a dealer. Choose your rolling papers. Choose a bong. Choose mind numbingly long conversations about fuck all. Choose home grown. Choose frequent holidays to amsterdam. Choose red eyes. Choose the biggets pizza ever for when the munchies kick in. Choose paranoia. Choose chilling with mates. Choose hallucinating about a giant green hedgehog following you home. Choose watching Cheech and Chong. Choose skunk. Choose super skunk. Choose hiding your stash from the police. Choose spilling dirty bong water on your carpet. Choose a fake jamaican accent. Choose space cakes. Choose your future. Choose weed.