Give a little love and it all comes back. The story of a stoner's life.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
What a Touching Article
Top 10 Things I Miss About Stay-At-Home Pot Dealers
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I just found this article so touching, I mean after all, after your smoking team and the drive thru guy a taco bell a stoner's drug deal really is their best friend. There's use such loyalty, trust, and pride toward this mysterious person. Like no matter how weird, sketchy, or outright outrageous this person may be, they're your home town dealer and when someone that goes to someone else ever asks your going to claim that this guy has the dankest bud called _______(fill in the blank with some ridiculous name using a random combination of colors, animals, flavors, names, and anything else that sounds like it would be good) and your also going to claim that this guy has ties to Jamaica and possibly even the mafia even though in reality this "drug lord" you speak of it is really just a guy from your town selling dubs out of his car. No matter how weird, absurd, or scary other people may think this person, you more than likely have been with this person through the good and the bad, the weird and the sketchy, and have meant them in all sorts of random creepy locations at all hours of the day and night and therefore will always have their back and remain loyal to them. It's bond that only stoners can really see. You never hear people saying that have shitty dealers and that is the truth. If someone ever rips you off you will never go to them again and you 'll keep looking around until you find that one special someone that you know you want to spend your smoking career with. You've probably smoked with these people on occasion and more than likely they gave you a great deal, and then put a small nug in, and then they matched you, and then you were so high and generous that you packed the next one, and then they bought you something at the nearest fast food establishment and then you and your friends talked and laughed about that classic experience with the dealer for weeks to come. It's definitely not for everyone, but honestly where would us stoners be without our loving, loyal, dependable, sketchy, weird, and probably (and hopefully) baked drug dealers.
^^^^click on link
I just found this article so touching, I mean after all, after your smoking team and the drive thru guy a taco bell a stoner's drug deal really is their best friend. There's use such loyalty, trust, and pride toward this mysterious person. Like no matter how weird, sketchy, or outright outrageous this person may be, they're your home town dealer and when someone that goes to someone else ever asks your going to claim that this guy has the dankest bud called _______(fill in the blank with some ridiculous name using a random combination of colors, animals, flavors, names, and anything else that sounds like it would be good) and your also going to claim that this guy has ties to Jamaica and possibly even the mafia even though in reality this "drug lord" you speak of it is really just a guy from your town selling dubs out of his car. No matter how weird, absurd, or scary other people may think this person, you more than likely have been with this person through the good and the bad, the weird and the sketchy, and have meant them in all sorts of random creepy locations at all hours of the day and night and therefore will always have their back and remain loyal to them. It's bond that only stoners can really see. You never hear people saying that have shitty dealers and that is the truth. If someone ever rips you off you will never go to them again and you 'll keep looking around until you find that one special someone that you know you want to spend your smoking career with. You've probably smoked with these people on occasion and more than likely they gave you a great deal, and then put a small nug in, and then they matched you, and then you were so high and generous that you packed the next one, and then they bought you something at the nearest fast food establishment and then you and your friends talked and laughed about that classic experience with the dealer for weeks to come. It's definitely not for everyone, but honestly where would us stoners be without our loving, loyal, dependable, sketchy, weird, and probably (and hopefully) baked drug dealers.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Facebook at last!!!
And finally, thanks to the hard work by our technical guys, we now have a newly constructed Facebook page. Check out the link Check Out Our Facebook
Woooohoooooo!!!!
Woooohoooooo!!!!
And it's time for yet another weekly survey. (Really think you guys'll like it)
Check it out on the right side bar and let us know what you stoners think.
And the Final Smoking Babe of the Day this week.
And to keep the bikini theme going...
Remember this is the last girl of the week and then we'll have our little March Madness Showdown.
Remember this is the last girl of the week and then we'll have our little March Madness Showdown.
My Ice? Your Ice? or Vanilla Ice?
**Just want to note that if there was a Hall of Fame for ice or at least of ice photgraphy , this fucking picture with those fucking ice cubes would be the first ones in. Look how perfect that ice is. So mouth watering, and sensational to the tongue. Oh lord I'm craving those blocks of frozen H2O real bad right about now.
Say you were at a gathering. A rather fine gathering for that matter. And you and some friends decide it would be a good idea for the bong or if you prefer for your glass of orange juice. Nevertheless, prefer anyone says anything one of the group members suggests "We can use my ice."...Now think about it, by doing that he just claimed ownership to the ice as if the ice were property. But is it? The question is, can you have ownership to the ice, I mean after all it is just water which came from Mother Earth itself or at least from a public water source. Either way nobody really owns that water. But now say, it gets noted that group member that offered his ice actually got his water from a water jug in the room owner's room. Curve ball...who's ice is it now. ...Think about it next time you ask for ice at Applebee's or whatever your dining preference may be. To each their own. Let the light live on.
Say you were at a gathering. A rather fine gathering for that matter. And you and some friends decide it would be a good idea for the bong or if you prefer for your glass of orange juice. Nevertheless, prefer anyone says anything one of the group members suggests "We can use my ice."...Now think about it, by doing that he just claimed ownership to the ice as if the ice were property. But is it? The question is, can you have ownership to the ice, I mean after all it is just water which came from Mother Earth itself or at least from a public water source. Either way nobody really owns that water. But now say, it gets noted that group member that offered his ice actually got his water from a water jug in the room owner's room. Curve ball...who's ice is it now. ...Think about it next time you ask for ice at Applebee's or whatever your dining preference may be. To each their own. Let the light live on.
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Lighters are current day slaves. Like seriously they are in so many ways. Don't even let me get started. Alright right from the start, like slaves nobody ever uses the white ones(haha). And they are forced into labor their entire life until they are just drained out of producing any type of energy, and are worked right to the death. When they were purchased and taken to their new owner, they were separated from their families (which in this case would probably be the package they were bought in) and became the property of a new user. (Lighter owners are notorious for being very attached to their lighter so are very stingy and protective over their property.) Also, like slaves lighters are involved in brandings. Haha and then think about it, they were both used for work done with plants. These guys gotta be like cousins I swear.
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