Ha ha! Do you know what I remember?
10 years ago, laughing over some film about a guy who came to the States from Pakistan. No, not from Pakistan ... Oh, I remember!
Kazakistan. You know, it's part of China or Russia. I don't remember.
There's a trash, check it.
You saw my friend Adil, right? That son of bitch from this country too! Fuck, I always thought he just has problem with eyes. LOL!
Anyway, recently he came to me and we decided to drink tea, because there was nothing in frige. So this pervert took the milk and put it in a Cup of tea? Can you imagine? I told him "Bro, are you kidding me? Or may be you want us to sit on the bathroom for the rest of our lives?" He calmed me down and said that how they drink tea in his country.
Well, I did try this shit. And the milk tea was very very unusual and cool. Well, you know, I often live by the memories and connect tobacco with some events of my life. And here not go off without sentimentality.
I made tobacco flavored tea with milk. To remember my Kazakh friend.
By the way, he taught me a word in their language, but I remember only the last – BASS. Well, compare a picture from the film and this last syllable is turnedHARDBASS.
Smoke them only with high-quality music.