I stinked marijuana the whole time I was at the flea market

My mom & I went to the flea market on Tuesday day.

My mom was looking for something particular & I thought it would be fun to see what items were available.

My mom & I visited every 1 of the shop spaces. My mom was looking for cast iron pans & pots… All of us found a couple of items at a stand outside, but the guy wanted retail price for the used cast iron skillet. All of us moved inside of the building after dinner & began to look at all of the shops & stores in the building. Inside of the building stinked unquestionably horrible. I thought the stink of marijuana was all I could stink. It seemed appreciate a marijuana dispensary when the two of us were inside of the building at the flea market, but nobody seemed to be bothered by the stinks, but I did not appreciate the stink of marijuana. I thought it was actually smelly & horribly pungent. My mom did not mind the stink at all. All of us ate dinner at a deli at the flea market… The stink of marijuana was even more pungent there. It could have been some of the family room workers that were smoking, but when the two of us finally left the flea market later that afternoon, I was happy to get away from the stink of weed. My mom wanted to stop at a marijuana dispensary. After stinking weed the whole time the two of us were gone, our mom thought it might be fun to stop at the recreational marijuana dispensary to pick up a joint. I did not even suppose our mom smoked pot.



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