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I lament over days gone by. As the smoke from my juan rolls over my face, I close my eyes and let a single tear roll down the side of my cheek in memoriam of the death of my good friend Edmund. Ironically, just like the strain I was smogin, Eddy was quite fast; however, his love of speed was his downfall. He ran headways into a wall after his mom caught him jerkin it to a Dora the Explorer plush (Boots). Rest in peace Fast Eddy as I continue to RIP this bong.

Picture this: three boys, one bulldog, one bong, and a bag of weed. This bag of weed contained the very essence of evil a.k.a. tranquil elephantizer remix. As soon as the first boke breached my cavity, I felt myself succumb to a hellish sensation only comprabable to the ides of March. Et tu, kush? Either way, my dog was midway through givin me that sweet sweet top and my eyes would not stop closing. Like every second my eyes would just close and open again super fast. Mad weird yo. Either way, my mom saw me smoking this and let me call my dad for the first time in a decade. 2 stars

Five bong bowls deep, I felt the electric power coursing through my veins. As soon as the first toke graced my pulmona, I knew I was in for one hell of a trip to the higher plane. The sensation of this strain's fade is unlike any other. True to its namesake, the high felt profoundly sugary. EKA is a must rip for any stoner, fledgling adventurers and seasoned veterans alike.