BC Pot

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Description

BC Pot is a Narrative Story of a young man.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

Caribbean (General) North American (Canadian-General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
British Columbians. Air polite, were good hockey players. We love cheese and we grow wonderful. Marijuana. Apparently about a $1,000,000,000 worth annually at $3000 a pound. That's 177 tons of marijuana or 200 million joints. Brennan, how you roll? That's a lot of dope. But don't worry. We're not smoking. Most of it. Americans. Are we by the cheese? They buy our pot. I myself used to be a marijuana grower in great eight. At three plants in my backyard. I told my mother they were tomato plans, and I got her. What? Heard of water, Water them toe. Which I thought they were incredibly clever Until she asked What? Are you going to smoke those things? Okay, try it again from the top. And this time, go right down to and including me. Did you count it? Doug? How do you count £1? Make sure you read the me. Me? Did you count it? Doug, how do you count £1? May I mean did your way. Duck didn't have to. The guy was cool. Okay, Okay. Try it again. And I said so from the top British Columbians air polite. We're good hockey players. We love cheese and we grow wonderful. Marijuana, apparently about a $1,000,000,000 worth annually at $3000 a pound that's 177 tons. Marijuana were 200 million joints, depending on how you roll. That's a lot of dope, but don't worry. We're not smoking. Most of it. The Americans are way by the cheese. They buy our pot. They used to be a marijuana grower in great eight and three plants in my backyard. I told her mother they were tomato plants, and I got in the water them for which I thought was incredibly clever until she asked, When are you going to smoke these things? I smoke them by August. By the time school started, I decided to try my hand at drug dealing. I bought a pound apart with an older guy named Druggie Dougie, who lived in the East End with a real woman. We drove to burn every in his pickup truck. I gave him the money. He disappeared into a basement suite and emerged with a large green garbage bag. Did you count it? I mean, did you wait? Way broke the role that? Never mind. I tried to tell you to read the me. You have to read the mere Doesn't make any sense. Me? Did you count it, Doug? How do you can't want power? May I mean? Did you wait? Don't you see what I mean? By the way, that aside doesn't matter because you sound great.