Yevette said it's really the Ten-Day-Monster but I'm looking for a better deal.
Ed: look all you want but you will still take the four extra days
Yep, this stinker will likely travel all over the place since it's infectious as hell and took down everyone who hangs in here (i.e. all three) in just a few days. It's not flu as there's no fever but there's a whole lot of leakage. I went through three roles of toilet paper in thirty-six hours and was starting another, all to blow my fookin' nose.
It won't kill you but it will definitely make you miserable and piss you off for six days ...
Ed: erm, ten days
No! I want the Bath of Purifying Redemption!
This is Day Seven but the BPR will probably wait until tomorrow so that seems like a fair deal. I'll split the difference and call it an Eight-Day-Monster.
Note: I'm not looking for sympathy as this li'l bastard moves so fast prob'ly all of us get a taste of it before the season is out.
Speaking of Purifying Redemption, suddenly there's Immaculate Conception since the ganja is running low but a seed popped out of it. There's never a seed in the primo and growers guard their genetics, well, a hell of a lot better than the DNC protects its email.
Often there are many, many seeds in Mexican dirt weed but that's the cheap reefer no-one wants. Some of the old geezers may remember sixties reefer which was often loaded with seeds as well.
Those days are long gone and you never need to clear the seeds out of a bag of primo since it won't have any ... except this single waif of a seed.
Ed: if you turn this into a Christmas story, I'm getting my gun!
Nah, there's plenty of tastelessness on the news and a story like that is just more radio noise.
Yevette, not surprisingly, said how about germinating that thing and she's managed that with multiple plants. The avocado which was doing so well is kind of faltering which, I guess, is due to insufficient light. She has other Johnny Appleseed projects going as well but you need to commit for growing things indoors. This isn't a grow house so the kit isn't here for the huge lighting necessary for it.
Besides, the cat will eat the seedling as soon as it sprouts that first pair of leaves. Suddenly the craving for catnip will be forgotten.
Yevette doesn't smoke the ganja and her interest is more in witchy potions she can make with it. One entertaining possibility is for dabbing and the potion seems much like that which we once called hash oil. Put the ganja into some kind of solvent, maybe alcohol, to extract the gooey goodness. Evaporate off the alcohol and, presto, concentrated joy juice.
The benefit in the joy juice is it's much more concentrated and therefore more immediately powerful than the ganja. I question the value in doing it since one hit of the primo will get me launching and so will a hit of whatever nature from dabbing. Therefore, the dab strikes me as a ton more expensive.
Ed: but a better high?
Now you're getting artistic about it since the Rockhouse believes in a tempered launch. Maybe I will take ten hits but that may stretch over several hours to gain the aficionado buzz.
Ed: you're getting allergic to it, aren't you?
It does look that way.
The buzz works just fine but there's been a lot of this runny nose bizness and that's got to be allergy. Obviously there's the coughing.
So far you're likely just seeing introspection but this is about April since the wedding is a Big Fucking Deal. There's got to be significant mobilization for that and hence the consideration. I have severe doubts as to whether it's possible but it's definitely not ruled impossible. The list of things which are ruled impossible is not long because Mad Hatter rules.
Ed: look all you want but you will still take the four extra days
Yep, this stinker will likely travel all over the place since it's infectious as hell and took down everyone who hangs in here (i.e. all three) in just a few days. It's not flu as there's no fever but there's a whole lot of leakage. I went through three roles of toilet paper in thirty-six hours and was starting another, all to blow my fookin' nose.
It won't kill you but it will definitely make you miserable and piss you off for six days ...
Ed: erm, ten days
No! I want the Bath of Purifying Redemption!
This is Day Seven but the BPR will probably wait until tomorrow so that seems like a fair deal. I'll split the difference and call it an Eight-Day-Monster.
Note: I'm not looking for sympathy as this li'l bastard moves so fast prob'ly all of us get a taste of it before the season is out.
Speaking of Purifying Redemption, suddenly there's Immaculate Conception since the ganja is running low but a seed popped out of it. There's never a seed in the primo and growers guard their genetics, well, a hell of a lot better than the DNC protects its email.
Often there are many, many seeds in Mexican dirt weed but that's the cheap reefer no-one wants. Some of the old geezers may remember sixties reefer which was often loaded with seeds as well.
Those days are long gone and you never need to clear the seeds out of a bag of primo since it won't have any ... except this single waif of a seed.
Ed: if you turn this into a Christmas story, I'm getting my gun!
Nah, there's plenty of tastelessness on the news and a story like that is just more radio noise.
Yevette, not surprisingly, said how about germinating that thing and she's managed that with multiple plants. The avocado which was doing so well is kind of faltering which, I guess, is due to insufficient light. She has other Johnny Appleseed projects going as well but you need to commit for growing things indoors. This isn't a grow house so the kit isn't here for the huge lighting necessary for it.
Besides, the cat will eat the seedling as soon as it sprouts that first pair of leaves. Suddenly the craving for catnip will be forgotten.
Yevette doesn't smoke the ganja and her interest is more in witchy potions she can make with it. One entertaining possibility is for dabbing and the potion seems much like that which we once called hash oil. Put the ganja into some kind of solvent, maybe alcohol, to extract the gooey goodness. Evaporate off the alcohol and, presto, concentrated joy juice.
The benefit in the joy juice is it's much more concentrated and therefore more immediately powerful than the ganja. I question the value in doing it since one hit of the primo will get me launching and so will a hit of whatever nature from dabbing. Therefore, the dab strikes me as a ton more expensive.
Ed: but a better high?
Now you're getting artistic about it since the Rockhouse believes in a tempered launch. Maybe I will take ten hits but that may stretch over several hours to gain the aficionado buzz.
Ed: you're getting allergic to it, aren't you?
It does look that way.
The buzz works just fine but there's been a lot of this runny nose bizness and that's got to be allergy. Obviously there's the coughing.
So far you're likely just seeing introspection but this is about April since the wedding is a Big Fucking Deal. There's got to be significant mobilization for that and hence the consideration. I have severe doubts as to whether it's possible but it's definitely not ruled impossible. The list of things which are ruled impossible is not long because Mad Hatter rules.
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