HEY LUCKY – WE’RE FRIENDS, BUT THIS IS NOT OK!
So I’m heading out for my afternoon coffee hit, motor through the gate – and who should be there but Lucky, lying next to my driveway. I stop in shock, because the damn dog is smoking the biggest spliff I’ve ever seen; a joint of such epic proportions that his flews can’t even cover it properly. He looks utterly blissed out. Hell Lucky, they execute you for that here.
Then I Read More