**cartoon, simple shapes, clean lines, and a limited color palette, lighting the joint up, reefer, blowing smoke, tropical island in the background, dinocool, cool dinosaur, dinosaur wearing sunglasses, rayban wayfarers, smiling, green dinoasur, dinosaur smoking a joint, smoke, smoking a big joint in his mouth, when he smokes the joint he is very high, the joint is smoking up, Simpsons aesthetic. A colossal joint, resembling a thick, tightly-rolled cigar, protrudes from the dinosaurs mouth as they clench it gently between their teeth. The immense cylinder is wrapped in a delicate, slightly translucent paper, veins running through it like a road map of its herbal contents. Its sheer girth dwarfs the dinosaurs lips, casting an imposing presence as it dominates their entire facial expression. A wisp of aromatic smoke coils and undulates from the glowing ember at the joint's tip, filling the air with an earthy, pungent scent. As the dinosaur inhales, the ember flares up momentarily, casting an eerie, flickering glow on their face, and hinting at the potent mixture of crushed, dried herbs packed within the joint's gargantuan confines. The dinosaurs cheeks hollow as they draw in a deep breath, savoring the rich, complex flavors of the smoke before releasing it slowly into the atmosphere. A billowing cloud escapes their mouth and nostrils, enveloping them in a hazy fog that lingers momentarily, a testament to the impressive size and potency of the mammoth joint in their possession. "There is no cup in the dinosaurs hand", "the cigar shaped baseball bat of a joint is coming out of the dinosaurs mouth"** - Upscaled by <@267237926348259328> (fast)
cartoon, simple shapes, clean lines, and a limited color palette, lighting the joint up, reefer, blowing smoke, tropical island in the background, dinocool, cool dinosaur, dinosaur wearing sunglasses, rayban wayfarers, smiling, green dinoasur, dinosaur smoking a joint, smoke, smoking a big joint in his mouth, when he smokes the joint he is very high, the joint is smoking up, Simpsons aesthetic. A colossal joint, resembling a thick, tightlyrolled cigar, protrudes from the dinosaurs mouth as they clench it gently between their teeth. The immense cylinder is wrapped in a delicate, slightly translucent paper, veins running through it like a road map of its herbal contents. Its sheer girth dwarfs the dinosaurs lips, casting an imposing presence as it dominates their entire facial expression. A wisp of aromatic smoke coils and undulates from the glowing ember at the joints tip, filling the air with an earthy, pungent scent. As the dinosaur inhales, the ember flares up momentarily, casting an eerie, flickering glow on their face, and hinting at the potent mixture of crushed, dried herbs packed within the joints gargantuan confines. The dinosaurs cheeks hollow as they draw in a deep breath, savoring the rich, complex flavors of the smoke before releasing it slowly into the atmosphere. A billowing cloud escapes their mouth and nostrils, enveloping them in a hazy fog that lingers momentarily, a testament to the impressive size and potency of the mammoth joint in their possession. There is no cup in the dinosaurs hand, the cigar shaped baseball bat of a joint is coming out of the dinosaurs mouth