With a heavy heart, I announce that the Blood Bullet is no more. After nearly two years of loyal service, my old sneak-a-toke pipe got lost somewhere in the interdimensional netherworld that is the space between car cushions. Fortunately, smoking implements of this type are as easy to replace as they are to lose, available at many a head shop for a song. I now give you the photographic debut of the Blood Bullet’s successor, which I have christened Jack-in-the-Green. After the Jethro Tull tune.
Five and ¾ Senses 
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