I remember this one time, shit, I went to Sparkove in my backyard and said, I'm sparking up, I go to the shit, so I can't get caught. So I go in the shit and I open that muffler and it was this, it was this like, silly wit and I look at him, he goes, ooh. And I'm like, what the fuck? So I say it back, I'm like, oh. And it turns out that it was a midget, right? So I had a midget in my shit and from I'm like the left side of his face, you can tell he had Down syndrome. So like as I'm looking at him, shit I'm already knowing. So I feel like he already knew what I meant when I said, uh. So like I got immediate with Down syndrome, rolling my weed up on a Thursday type shit. Come holler at me if you need a serve though.