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I picked an ounce of a strain called “Gorilla Fuck” which is absolute fire…
Thanks, JD! I failed English Lit in High School! Twice!
No way
lol
What do teachers know lmao
FWIW - I tested out of English Comp at university (2/50k). Automatic A apparently… thank the Lord (I’m a terrible student at times).
It’s just a framework trick … Roman numerals in an outline. Fill in the spaces logically … delete Roman numerals. Repeat what you said in first paragraph. Fin.
Maybe she thought you were cute and she was stalling on the discounted price just to keep you close for those few moments she could enjoy your presence! Congrats on a great score and a possible new admirer!!They gotta stop hiring stoners at these dispos lololol
Me got any deals on pre rolls?
She points to the list
Me: I'll do this one, 6 for $30.
Her: OK
I put 40 bucks down expecting change. Takes her a really long time to ring it up, like a really long time. Eventually she says it's going to be 18.99 and takes one of the 20s. I was like OK so the total is 18.99 then you can keep the change and i put the other 20 in my pocket lol.
I wonder how many mistakes these places are making each day??
Never knew you could smoke broccoli!
That’s 3.5g of Sour Diesel.Never knew you could smoke broccoli!
Yum.
Yum.
Pics like these make me want to indulge again. Then I remember all the panic attacks and bad vibes it gave me. Took me years to quit, like I'd never learn that it's not for me.
Even a couple puffs would make me stumble over the doorsill when "entering" a high, usually followed by an hour-long rollercoaster ride in the ghost train.
(disclaimer: exaggerated depiction, it wasn't psych-ward level stuff, mainly REALLY bad thoughts and horrid future expectations, overwhelming feelings of insecurity, and general nervousness, fast heartbeat, etc)
Not sure why, I guess my brain is just wired a little differently?
The first couple years were fine though, but discovering bong hits (and probably laced sh*t) destroyed that after a while.
But alcohol doesn't make me panic, luckily. Even rough amounts.
Yum.
Pics like these make me want to indulge again. Then I remember all the panic attacks and bad vibes it gave me. Took me years to quit, like I'd never learn that it's not for me.
Even a couple puffs would make me stumble over the doorsill when "entering" a high, usually followed by an hour-long rollercoaster ride in the ghost train.
(disclaimer: exaggerated depiction, it wasn't psych-ward level stuff, mainly REALLY bad thoughts and horrid future expectations, overwhelming feelings of insecurity, and general nervousness, fast heartbeat, etc)
Not sure why, I guess my brain is just wired a little differently?
The first couple years were fine though, but discovering bong hits (and probably laced sh*t) destroyed that after a while.
But alcohol doesn't make me panic, luckily. Even rough amounts.
Unless it’s “scissor hash,” or “bubble hash,” no. Modern concentrates are waaay more concentrated and much cleaner (less plant material).Is it the the same hash that I remember??? I