Homie comes over, breaks flower with me. Enjoys the smoke and the lift, no cough. Asks if he can procure some while reaching for his wallet, gets shot down. Strolls over to the closet and slides the door to take a look.
“Oh shit fuck that weed, you got shrooms growing in your soil, what the fuck dirty shit did we just smoke”
I attempt to explain the microbiology of soil and that shrooms are likely an indicator of a great place for vegetation.
He declines to agree with me and suddenly the great high with no cough flower that he wanted to buy is dirty garbage. Hurt my feelings a little, even if I know he is wrong.