You would think this would be a horrid life for rigs,
being a butler and all,
although he didn't mind.
He always got to go everywhere because he had the wax and go figure the rig with him all the time so that dabs could do as she pleased without a worry.
She wasn't really as much of a spoiled brat as it seems she'd be though, she was just, rich.
She was actually rather graceful and down to earth.
She lived for simplicity and adventure.
Rigs and Dabs went everywhere together.
Sometimes even without me.
Hot boxing every room they found.
Until one day, they found a secret door in the mansion.
YOU ARE READING
Rigs and the children of 1953
Conto(This is about THC concentrates if unaware) This isn't a very serious story, Obviously. But I wrote it once while high ASF off dabs, because someone said if I write something I could get another fatty dab. That I did That I did I think it's funny
