when you've been so out of touch with the world. as soon as you step outside and interact with people, you realise its what you had been missing. i mean, theres kids asking to hug you, how can you not
"do i say yes. do i take part. do i give. do i care. do i come back?"
"woman, you're at point zero, no, point 0.5"
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Nickname given to bales of marijuana thrown overboard or out of airplanes. Origin is reportedly from members of the US Coast Guard in the area of Southern Florida.