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🤣 he’s got a whole pound of gummies but lookin for Molly 😂 ..I shouldn’t 🤭.

 

Was he by chance really really hungry 😋 after this incident? 

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2 hours ago, kg01 said:

So he got the munchies from the weed in his munchies?

Das deep.

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Sounds like Dion's future's going ... up in smoke.  I'm not proud of it, but it had to be done.

The real story here ... because everyone acknowledges Dion is a meat-head ... is who he got the gummies from.

The tinfoil hat in me wonders if the Heat organization filtered them gummies to Dion.  This 10-game suspensions ensures Dion is not eligible to qualify for a bonus for games played.  Plus it "papers the file" in their obvious quest to rid themselves of him.

And, even if it was truly just a teammate, don't the Heat have a bigger problem than the narrative that it's "just a Dion issue"?

Hmmmmm .....

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