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The B-Town Spliff was born in a stinky Buick during a hot box session in Belchertown, MA. It's like a dirty love child of tobacco and weed, smoked out of a corncob pipe like a hillbilly king.
I hit my B-Town Spliff so hard, the Buick started coughing.
My pipe was full of spliff and my life was full of regret.
That corncob pipe was the only thing keeping me from falling out of the Buick.