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Hey there, Ritchie here! This is the second edition of Bong with a Bong, and I must say, thank you to all of our 0 readers for the tremendous support you've shown! God bless you! And God bless the reefer who made this shit! And by shit I mean The Bomb! Blueberry Kush, ladies and gentlemen. Before I proceed any further, I would like to confess that this would've been the 3rd edition of BWAB. I was let down by my very own nervous system and my belly on two seperate occasions, and by a friend whilst riding the Lemon Skunk. More on that later, let me start reviewing the BBK, a queen of a toke! For me, queen, because of the subtle, look for it and you lose it sort of blueberry after-taste. A refinement worthy of being compared to the Queen. And after 2-3 drags (yes, that's what it only takes), you'll feel your personal, usual ticks of high-ness that you feel. You'll be surged with a gradual, sensual numbness while you stare blankly at the wall with the blinking lights and think..next to nothing. The blank slate now your mind being, you can proceed to fill it up with some ambient, hypnotic, trance chill-steps music, or just think of anything you'd want ot think about, and suddenly, the right thoughts are right there! Questions are followed by reasonable answers, or by a better question. You feel good, relaxed. Existance is now light to you. Feathery light. Eye-lids suddenly become too affectionate of one another, and the urge to let them embrace is a little over-powering. You decide give in before the munchies attack, and sign-off. Untill next time my fellow sun-orbiters. Good-night!