Experimenting on buds

we thank our LORD humbly for this chronic weed we are smoking.

a psalm of david. the lord is my shepard. i shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside the bubbling waters.
He restoreth my soul. he leadeth me in the path of big bongs for his names sake. even though i walk through the valley of cones, i fear no evil for thou art with me. thy bong and thy weed they comfort me. you prepare a grill bowl before me in the presence of my enemies. you have annointed my head with THC. my cone piece runneth over. Surely bakedness and munchies shall follow me for all the days of my life and i shall dwell in the house of the LORD of BONGS forever.