The Official Marijuana & Hash Appreciation Thread [2.Dro]

[jetlifebih]

I keep my tree n a simple hlass mason jar. Seal it tight and ur budd will cure itself more.

If it's the wrong humidity when you seal it up, your bud can get mold.

Will it get mold if I leave it out at room tempature in a ziplock?

 

[jetlifebih]

Or what's the best way to store it?

 

[Carthaginian]

So all these names really indicate a strain with a different high?

That's pretty remarkable. Anyone know why that's the case? Is it the way the plant is grown or is the hash mixed with something else..?

For example, why is blue dream different from white widow?

 

[nickel-us P]

I keep my tree n a simple hlass mason jar. Seal it tight and ur budd will cure itself more.

If it's the wrong humidity when you seal it up, your bud can get mold.

Word. So wutchu sayin, keep it indoors?

 

[not_osirus_jenkins]

EDIBLES!! My wife can't smoke and eat edibles. Everytime she does her legs stop working lmao. She's still sort of a newbie so I guess she isn't used to it.

 

[Carthaginian]

I've just witnessed a miracle guys.

Something happened involving a cop, a vape containing copious amounts of that green stuff and a crazyass Chinaman who also happens to be a childhood friend. I still can't come to grips with the whole affair myself.

Details to follow in a later post.

(No, I didn't write this from a jail, in case you were wondering. I wouldn't use my one website privilege on the IC. That would be moronic)

 

[LONDON!]

its all about that ammo babee, amnesia does its thing, i heard og kush is the bang, bang though, but the best weed i have ever let touch my lips has got too be that ak, jheeze, lick your fucking headtop off, whew, say no more, ha ha, say nuttin, i'm gone

 

[Thereal_ba]

I'm on the hunt for some xj-13

 

[(Nope)]

Or what's the best way to store it?

Whatever you put it in, make sure that it's in the dark. The light--in particular sunlight--will fuck your herb up.

 

[Swiffness!]

Flying to Seattle next week and i'm hype af. Actually being able to shop from a whole menu of strains n shit. Fresh as vegetables at a farmer's market. Feel like I'm visiting the motherland lol. Done Cali a couple times before but having to rely on you local niggas is a pain in the ass, no offense lol.

There's a shop down the street from the SeaTac hotels, any recommendations?
https://www.leafly.com/dispensary-info/greenside-des-moines/menu

Prefer that uplifting creative high. Already familiar with Girl Scout Cookies, Blue Dream, and Sour Diesel (obviously).

Or what's the best way to store it?

Whatever you put it in, make sure that it's in the dark. The light--in particular sunlight--will fuck your herb up.

http://www.herbpreserve.com/

 

[Carthaginian]

The Great Event:

These things I'm about to write may be largely truth...but a significant portion of it may be fiction, as well. My memory is not an organ to be trusted when I'm high.

Now the miraculous happenings of the "Great Event", as I've now come to call it, still need telling. Despite my limitations.

Anyway.

It's around 11 AM on a Saturday. I pick my friend up from his house. Being the great geniuses that we are...he brings in about a dub or less of that sticky icky. We load up the pipe to it's fullest, like Champions. Anything less would have been, as my friend, the crazy chinaman put it...

"pussy shit."

So. Minutes pass. I drive around. Finally settling on an abandoned park. Or so I think it was a park.

May have been a parking lot in a park.

We smoke more. Plumes of smoke accumulates in the car. I roll down the window.

We're predictably blazed out of our minds. We start discussing the plant vs human vs inorganic matter dilemma. I think I make some very salient points. He does, too.

We talk.

Then, I see a car. White, flashing lights...out of the corner of my eye. It's slowly approaching us.

Fuck. Cop.

I know what it is immediately. Yan, my friend settles back into his seat without a care in the world.

"I think they got us." I say.

'What?" He mumbles.

Flashing lights. BOOWOOP. BOOWOOP.

Paranoia.

I see a guy in blue get out. White cop. Looks like it's just one. It's morning and clear and of course my windows are rolled down. Dude stares right at me as he talks into his mike.

He's walking over. I hear the feedback from his mike.

Paranoia.

Is he calling for a fucking SWAT team?

Yan is still reclining. Not a movement from him.

"Hey officer." I say when he's close enough. Yeah. Not afraid to admit it. Scared shitless at this point. I am too high.

He comes over, looks down at me, and goes...

"What are you guys up to?"

Yan speaks. His voice comes out of nowhere.

"Smokin' that greeeeeeeen stuff. Chillin what you up to?"

I freeze.

Everything seems to go still.

I think, Well shit.

Paranoia.

I'm going to have to fight off anal rapists in jail.

Then the cop answers Yan.

"Chillin.....Smokin."

I look at him for a minute and just burst out laughing.

He smiles.

"You guys might wanna head on outta here though. You good to drive, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah." My answer was very quick.

"Aright. Get out of here. Watch it, huh."

The Cop knocks on my window and turns around and walks to his car.

I should be hired as a stuntman on Fast & Furious because the burnout I did after the Cop sat in his car was truly the stuff of legends.

We drive around for a minute in silence. I looked at Yan like..."Dude. LOL"

He looks at me and just inclines his head, like that shit works all the time.

Damn.

In the coming days, I've come to believe I imagined all of this.

Gotdamn. Afghan gooey.

 

[gh0st]

@Carthaginian maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

i been waiting for this story all damn day i just finishes some gilr scout cookies and i was reading this like this

cuz in my head i was seeing you my couch telling it while eating all my skittles lol

 

[gh0st]

i faded

 

[Carthaginian]

@Carthaginian maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

i been waiting for this story all damn day i just finishes some gilr scout cookies and i was reading this like this

cuz in my head i was seeing you my couch telling it while eating all my skittles lol

Lmao

 

[Carthaginian]

I think I just now, finally figured out the IC and I did it high as a mfer...

 

[Bulletproof Wallets]

24hrs w/o weed. I made a full dinner and haven't eaten a meal since breakfast. I'm hungry as hell but find it impossible to eat. Feels like I will vomit. Weed withdrawals....smh.

 

[Carthaginian]

So, apparently Addies make a dude act like Bradley Cooper in limitless.

 

[Thereal_ba]

24hrs w/o weed. I made a full dinner and haven't eaten a meal since breakfast. I'm hungry as hell but find it impossible to eat. Feels like I will vomit. Weed withdrawals....smh.

Sounds like you have an addiction b.

 

[nickel-us P]

The Great Event:

These things I'm about to write may be largely truth...but a significant portion of it may be fiction, as well. My memory is not an organ to be trusted when I'm high.

Now the miraculous happenings of the "Great Event", as I've now come to call it, still need telling. Despite my limitations.

Anyway.

It's around 11 AM on a Saturday. I pick my friend up from his house. Being the great geniuses that we are...he brings in about a dub or less of that sticky icky. We load up the pipe to it's fullest, like Champions. Anything less would have been, as my friend, the crazy chinaman put it...

"pussy shit."

So. Minutes pass. I drive around. Finally settling on an abandoned park. Or so I think it was a park.

May have been a parking lot in a park.

We smoke more. Plumes of smoke accumulates in the car. I roll down the window.

We're predictably blazed out of our minds. We start discussing the plant vs human vs inorganic matter dilemma. I think I make some very salient points. He does, too.

We talk.

Then, I see a car. White, flashing lights...out of the corner of my eye. It's slowly approaching us.

Fuck. Cop.

I know what it is immediately. Yan, my friend settles back into his seat without a care in the world.

"I think they got us." I say.

'What?" He mumbles.

Flashing lights. BOOWOOP. BOOWOOP.

Paranoia.

I see a guy in blue get out. White cop. Looks like it's just one. It's morning and clear and of course my windows are rolled down. Dude stares right at me as he talks into his mike.

He's walking over. I hear the feedback from his mike.

Paranoia.

Is he calling for a fucking SWAT team?

Yan is still reclining. Not a movement from him.

"Hey officer." I say when he's close enough. Yeah. Not afraid to admit it. Scared shitless at this point. I am too high.

He comes over, looks down at me, and goes...

"What are you guys up to?"

Yan speaks. His voice comes out of nowhere.

"Smokin' that greeeeeeeen stuff. Chillin what you up to?"

I freeze.

Everything seems to go still.

I think, Well shit.

Paranoia.

I'm going to have to fight off anal rapists in jail.

Then the cop answers Yan.

"Chillin.....Smokin."

I look at him for a minute and just burst out laughing.

He smiles.

"You guys might wanna head on outta here though. You good to drive, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah." My answer was very quick.

"Aright. Get out of here. Watch it, huh."

The Cop knocks on my window and turns around and walks to his car.

I should be hired as a stuntman on Fast & Furious because the burnout I did after the Cop sat in his car was truly the stuff of legends.

We drive around for a minute in silence. I looked at Yan like..."Dude. LOL"

He looks at me and just inclines his head, like that shit works all the time.

Damn.

In the coming days, I've come to believe I imagined all of this.

Gotdamn. Afghan gooey.

Tales

 

[Thereal_ba]

Purple trainwreck on deck