The Cat's Pajamas | Indica (with Full Spectrum Oil Wrapped in a King Palm Leaf)
The room is on fire and the flappers are dancin’ in sync like two Siamese cats doing the Hoochie Coochie. The only thing better than a stiff drink and 9 large in your evening bag would be a Fat Cat Blunt. You walk over to the bar, and without even asking, the bud tender hands you a cigar.
“You look like you could use one of these ma’am.”
You know your onions, so you tip the bloke a few clams and light up.
“Thanks Mitt, you’re the real deal, the bees knees.”
“Now you’re on the trolly Polly.”
You take your first hit, and the rest is hotsy totsy.