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So I went to the store to buy Zig Zags. The same store I buy the zig zags from every week. The same lady, and she asks me for ID. I say, miss since when do you ID for Zig Zags. She says, "I don't know. ID?" So I came home, pissed off, coked out. I lucked out, and found a Rizzla in my drawer. I rolled a huge joint. Now I am officially BAKED, and still cooking.