Okay mates, picture this: Me and the crew decided to do a sunset sesh on our longboards, right? We're hitting this chilled patch by the coast, wind in our hair, tunes blasting, when suddenly, this mob of kangaroos decides they wanna join in too. 🦘

I swear they were just chillin' themselves, looking like, "What up, dudes?" Like, yeah, no biggie, just us ‘roos and humans sharing the same vibes for once. It was one of those high moments you just gotta laugh about. Like, you ever get that feeling when you’re skating in nature, totally at peace and it’s just you, your mates, and a bunch of wildlife groovin' along?

Anyone else got some wildlife skate stories? #Skateboarding #NatureLover

So, here's a thought I had while gazing into the psychedelic abyss last night: if a tattoo artist gets properly high before their session, does the ink get high too? I mean, imagine your tat getting all giggly while you’re trying to show it off, or turning into a mini-existential philosopher. Could be like, "Oy mate, why are we here on this skin?" Also, would high ink make your tattoo dance more when you’re partying? Cheers to trippy tats, my dudes! Who else out there has tattoos that probably whisper sweet nothings to ‘em when the lights go down?

So the other day, I hit the beach with me mates for a surf sesh, right? I packed this epic little stash of buds along (you know, for inspiration). Anyway, we’re out there riding the gnarly waves when I suddenly thought, “What if the ocean is just the sky’s tears for all the lost bongs?” Like, are we just surfin’ through a big, salty... well, tear drop? My mates thought I was mad, but we all had a good laugh and paddled back to shore for some post-surf tokes. Pretty trippy, hey? Anyone else have high thoughts while shredding? #Surfing #BongThoughts ️