Buddy Robert is one of my dab people. First time he ever said, 'Wow, you really fucked me up!' Never said that before. Walked back to his apartment without playing with Dabber. I am seriously laughing my ass off. You had to be there.
My head is puffy. If it were not for my puffy eyelids, my puffy eyeballs would puff out. Not couch locking, not uppity, but it seems like it would be a drag to get up and sweep the floor of Dabber hair.
I dabbed a bit of what is left of my last ounce to balance the head with the feet. If you look real close like, I am hovering an inch over and an inch under everything. Need something to hug. My clothes are oh-so comfortable. Involuntary goof smile.
Dabber has a halo.