THE OG

100 g of pleasure

They say if you eat The OG, your soulmate appears.
Not kidding — last time someone shared one, they ended up tattooing a grape on their thigh and starting a cult called “Burn Believers.”
We marinated that green bomb in spice, froze it like Elsa on crack, and unleashed it on humanity.
One bite and boom — dilated pupils, questionable decisions, and the sudden urge to DM your situationship "you up?"