The company Rollies actually makes these papers. Are you an angry imbecile? Or a cheap son of a bitch? Then you want a “My Fucking Rolling Papers Review?” I have a better idea. How about, “Fuck you.” I am so tired of this Horseshit. “Hey, can I bum a rolling paper off, you dude?” “No, Fucktard.” If I had a dime for every time I heard that I would be a Billionaire. And more than half the time the assholes won’t even smoke the joint with you.

So, the answer is simple. “Fuck you, go get your own.”  What do these dipshits think? I get rolling papers from the fucking Rolling Paper Fairy for free? Fuck you. And fuck your Whore Mother for having you. And fuck your pig of a Father for fucking that pig of a Mother of yours in the first place. Fuck. He must have been half gay to get a hard-on for that sorry ass excuse of a female whatever the fuck she is in the first place. But I digress. Let’s talk about these fucking rolling papers.

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My Fucking Rolling Papers Review

Well, first of all, you have to be a special kind of a cheap ass dickhead to buy these papers. I have shylock friends that are more generous than you. If you can’t share a piece of paper half the size of your puny prick you are just KKK Krazy. You must be rolling tobacco. Because ain’t no pot smoker that uptight. Oh, and the gum is natural. That will remind you of those sweet blow jobs from Grandma when she’d take out her last fake tooth.

The price is perfect for you too. The cost is $27.50 for a box of 24 packs. And each pack has 50 papers. That is way above market value. It is also way above the collective IQ of your entire inbred family. Well, that isn’t really saying much is it? Hell, the company slogan is “Get Your Own.” And the other one ” It’s all for you.” Shit, that sounds like the sex rules your parents handed down to you and your sister/aunt that shares your bed.

My Fucking Rolling Papers Review – Conclusion

First off, Fuck off. My Fucking Rolling Papers. Really? Do you want to hang out with that guy? I don’t. What serious pot smoker wouldn’t want to share his joint? I guess it is meant to be funny, like all my “fuck jokes” in this review. But honestly, it isn’t. And I don’t get it. I am all about Love and Sharing. So, I just hope I made you laugh. These rolling papers are shit. That’s my review

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