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Ripped off.
Yeah, so my regular guy that I get my weed from was suppoused to go to juvinile detention for 60 days starting on wednesday. So Tuesday me and a kid both pitch in $20 each to get about 10 grams of mids from him. We meet him and his brother (His brother was suppoused to take his spot and sell to us while he was gone) and they say, alright give us the money, then were gonna go out to eat, then get it to you. I said sure because on monday we bought a half from him and gave him the money in advance, and he got it to us. So he said he'd have it to me by about 4:30. 4:30 rolls by and nope, no call, nothing. I called him about 17 times, and nothing. He left and I have no clue where he lives or anything. Now I'm buying off my old dealer, he has to drive about 10 minutes to get to me, but he can get me a gram of literaly the dankest shit I've ever smoked for $10.
Share your storys of getting ripped off.
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