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Oh Pinkie, oh my Pinkie, my (suspected) commie friend. Where for art thou my pinkie? My commie (allegedly)...... pixie fairy dusted friend.? When last we met, you left me wet........with the goo of you, the yum of you, the ......the.....the, YOU that is you, stuck to my fingers .......and a grinder on a future date with my freezer. You must have been the primordial goo, that turned you into a trichome-ladened stock of an unmatched cannabinoid profile. One worthy of being carved into the side of a mountain. Thank you, for the all too often one night stands we've shared (never enough of you, is there?) I ask her, I cry out to her, please Pink Kush. Please........pleasepleaseplease, won't you make my pain go away? And the, allegedly sharing pinko commie that you are, seemed to have more than enough of herself to spare and share. Hmmmm, just two words that rhyme with 'care'. Anyhow, enough with the goofiness, if I can see and smell that it's the real Pink Kush, I find it's very good for the kind of pain induced by spasms as well as the any smidgin of pressure on my hip makes me want to cut it off. It ca help me sleep too, but I have to make it in a teas of some kind, wait about 20 minutes and then have a small bowl or a quick vape. Please come back to me Pinkie.....oh Kush my b