...and I'm the biggest fucker in the world because I'm not participating in the catastrophe mode she feels this needs to be. She has this pathetic little bag of shake that I wouldn't smoke out of when I got home last nite. Just sort of shrugged, said no thanks, ate my dinner, watched Red Eye and went to bed.

Just now she was telling me that Bongo Boi hasn't come through. Again, I just shrugged. It is what it is. She gets on the martyr box and starts in on how she hasn't smoked anything today...but "it's probably good for me". Mr. Personality says "just not for anyone else"...meaning that her pissiness should be of biblical proportions before Bongo pulls through. She took it that I was fiending. Just heard the bedroom door slam. She pissed.

I have probably 20 stashes of weed around the house. Nothing really hidden. Hell, there's 4 pill bottles of bowl scrapings in her desk. Plus there are 10 joints, a pill bottle of shake and a pill bottle of resin in the night table. Not to mention a saucer with probably an 1/8 of resin next to the tv in our room. Plus I have 4 grams of hash. I'm not ready for the zombies, but I'm ready for when the pot runs out. None of these stashes are secrets. I'm just not bringing them up because in her typical lazy bitch way she refused to call Bongo Saturday night or Sunday morning...like normal...because "it's Easter". What the fuck? So she dicked around until after he went to work Sunday, and expected him to jump. Dude's got a real job and can't just jump during the week. Since she can't blame her own laziness, well, I must bear the brunt. No biggie, because in 2 weeks when it's time to order again I'll be able to say "remember what happened when you futzed around and ran out?". I can milk this for a year at least...on every other putting things off until 3 hours after the last minute project she gets on. Heck, I might even have clean clothes on Monday instead of having to rush around doing my own laundry because that 20 feet from the bed to the laundry room is just too far of a walk on Sundays when you're smoking from the moment you get up until the moment you go to bed. "I just didn't get any laundry done". And if I do it on Sunday I'm again the biggest dick in the world. You know...cuz "I was going to do that". Should've just gone fag so I could punch the fuck out my SO instead of having to play chickenshit games.

Think I'll smoke me some hash.

Have you considered tying her up and beating her ass with a ping pong paddle?

Weed is whack.

For once I agree with Panzer.

Yes, Gia. We all know your feelings on pot.

I honestly hadn't considered the ping pong paddle thing. She likes it too much and I'm more in punishment for stupidity mode.

As for my own addiction, I've been high nightly for probably 5 years straight. Two days in, the only fiending I've done is that it seems to take a little longer to fall asleep. Dreams have been a little weird, but nothing to write home about.

Hey Cheesy Poofs, do you identify with certain characters in Am History X? If you were in that flick, who would you be?

Stacey Keach's harelip

Don't you believe smoking weed is very niggerish behavior?

Bongo came through. Andrea Yates scenario averted.

The whole story has come out. Apparently he had $200 of my girl's money and $400 from some guy to get a qp. And lost his wallet. She didn't tell me because she thought I'd kill him. I wouldn't. It happens. Actually, I hooked him up with all my clearance pieces and told him to get what he can. I understand being under the gun, if you will. I might be a sucker, but he seems pretty sincerely scared and worked up by the whole thing.

Sometimes in a relationship like that, it is worth taking a loss and maintaining. If it becomes a habit, then there is a problem.

he doesn't even have enough of a nut to buy a qp? fucking middlemen. find out where he grabs his shit and cut him out of the deal.

I know. It's a hassle. But when it goes smooth, which it does 99% of the time, it's easy peasy. Plus it saves going to Idaho where things are a little more illegal.

same as gia I wasn't a pot fan until..... I had some cookies(edibles) last weekend.
jesus-fuckfaced-christ that shit is where it's at. full body numb/chill like the best booze session you've ever had minus the hurt the next day. and when I say chill I mean you feel the muscles in your face relax. plus the shit won't kill you like the booze does.

Aside from the lack of a hangover, the best thing about pot is the timing of the high. Say you go to the bar for 2-3 hours for a football game. Yer gonna be peaking on the booze while yer driving home. Smoke a doobie in the parking lot, or on the drive there, and yer sober again when you leave.

I'm not a huge fan of edibles. The problem is you don't know what dosage you're getting. While it's true you can't overdose on weed, you can do too much and end up...sick, I guess. Anxious, nervous, nauseous, almost like a flu thing. I've only had that happen with edibles. Kind of one of the reasons I'm avoiding the dabbing trend, because I'm hearing the same thing can happen. But I'm working on developing a domeless nail, so I have to get the experience. R&D.

That's why you have the same supplier for your edibles so you know what your getting every time...Best body stone there is..

Concentrates are the way to go smoking weed is for kids/beginners...You want to get baked smoke concentrates I'm not a big fan of dabbing don't like the idea of always needing a torch....Thick layer of ash in the bong a good lighter and sleep like baby...!!

I read a chick somewhere the other day talking about having a tremendous orgasm while high on edibles. That will be a fun experiment some day.

We're meeting with a gal who's supposedly a professional in the edibles thing next week. Has a pretty stellar reputation.

I've got a gram of concentrate stashed away. I'm half afraid of it to be honest. I'm pretty panicky and I've heard it can paranoid the fuck out of you.

I don't know about the one hit and you're done thing. For me, a lot of the relaxing part is the ritual...passing it back and forth in front of the tv or on the back porch. Plus I love the flavor of a nice sticky bud.

Suddenly the dick bongs are selling like fucking hotcakes. And I'm getting requests for more realistic ones...."veiny" is what I keep hearing. I did a couple of prototypes little hand pieces.



I'm making the plaster molds for them this week.

Get one of those pecker casting kits and use yer own cock as the mold. Then you can rack up ho's when they are browsing.

body stone is where it's at. i fucken refuse to smoke and that shit is booze times two. total chill with synapses firing like gun nests.

I know people don't want to hear anymore rogan shit but regarding this topic. we're tapped into a secret a million strong.

Let's just say the kits aren't easy as they say.

LOL!

The junk has to be hard and is in this cold jello stuff. For 5 minutes. Oh, you can't move, either. This was maybe 10 years ago, so maybe lifecasting tech has improved.