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The best weed ever made by a guy who’s probably never been caught growing it. It’s so good it makes you cry, or at least makes you forget you ever had a job.
I smoked Jack Herrer and forgot my ex’s name. I’m not mad, I’m just confused.
That stuff is like a gold medal for stoners. I got high and my neighbor fell out of his house.
Jack Herrer is the only thing that can beat my hangover. I’m not saying I’ve been hungover before.