shmoking

If it were legalized the govt. would still be regulating the sale and distribution of the stuff.

The Bapu


I OD'd on Viagra once.

Four hours later I was OK.

Starise


I never needed it.

daryl1968


to keep this on topic for uno momento, for the record, I am not a smoker and don't plan to become one legalized or not.

rsp@odyssey.net


I don't partake near as much as I used to, but I'd think legalizing and regulating would be a step forward.

On a side note, the stuff they grow these days ain't nuthin like it used to be. A buddy of mine offered me some a couple of weeks ago to take home and try. He warned me "Be careful, it's pretty potent". It had been maybe 5 years since I smoked. I got home and the wife was at a meeting, so I scrounged thru a drawer and found an old pipe, loaded up and lit up. Took maybe 4 or 5 hits, and got up to let Elvis out. So I'm sitting on a bench under the pine trees in my backyard, then I'm lying on the bench, then I'm hanging on to the bench like I'm stranded at sea and afraid to fall off a board. Jumpin boseephus! I finally rolled off of the bench and kinda staggered in the house and sat down on the couch, my head kinda lolling around on my neck. WTF? Pulled myself and wandered into the kitchen and found a half a bag of Oreo's, so I grabbed the half full gallon jug of milk from the fridge and sat down at the table and began to snack in earnest. Dunking Oreos and drinking from the jug like it was my job. That's when the wife walked in. She's got this look on her face like Elvis gets when I whistle at a real high frequency. Head tilted and quizzical. She says "What are you doing?" and I reply with milk dribbling from the side of my mouth, "Wanna get high?".   She just shakes her head and says I should go lie down for awhile. "Good idea" I say and as I'm walking out of the room she gently takes the cookies and milk from my hands and I never broke stride on the way to bed.

It ain't like it was folks. This new stuff in powerful!

Randy

rsp@odyssey.net


I don't partake near as much as I used to, but I'd think legalizing and regulating would be a step forward.

On a side note, the stuff they grow these days ain't nuthin like it used to be. A buddy of mine offered me some a couple of weeks ago to take home and try. He warned me "Be careful, it's pretty potent". It had been maybe 5 years since I smoked. I got home and the wife was at a meeting, so I scrounged thru a drawer and found an old pipe, loaded up and lit up. Took maybe 4 or 5 hits, and got up to let Elvis out. So I'm sitting on a bench under the pine trees in my backyard, then I'm lying on the bench, then I'm hanging on to the bench like I'm stranded at sea and afraid to fall off a board. Jumpin boseephus! I finally rolled off of the bench and kinda staggered in the house and sat down on the couch, my head kinda lolling around on my neck. WTF? Pulled myself up and wandered into the kitchen and found a half a bag of Oreo's, so I grabbed the half full gallon jug of milk from the fridge and sat down at the table and began to snack in earnest. Dunking Oreos and drinking from the jug like it was my job. That's when the wife walked in. She's got this look on her face like Elvis gets when I whistle at a real high frequency. Head tilted and quizzical. She says "What are you doing?" and I reply with milk dribbling from the side of my mouth, "Wanna get high?".   She just shakes her head and says I should go lie down for awhile. "Good idea" I say and as I'm walking out of the room she gently takes the cookies and milk from my hands and I never broke stride on the way to bed.

It ain't like it was folks. This new stuff in powerful!

Randy

rsp@odyssey.net


I don't partake near as much as I used to, but I'd think legalizing and regulating would be a step forward.

On a side note, the stuff they grow these days ain't nuthin like it used to be. A buddy of mine offered me some a couple of weeks ago to take home and try. He warned me "Be careful, it's pretty potent". It had been maybe 5 years since I smoked. I got home and the wife was at a meeting, so I scrounged thru a drawer and found an old pipe, loaded up and lit up. Took maybe 4 or 5 hits, and got up to let Elvis out. So I'm sitting on a bench under the pine trees in my backyard, then I'm lying on the bench, then I'm hanging on to the bench like I'm stranded at sea and afraid to fall off a board. Jumpin boseephus! I finally rolled off of the bench and kinda staggered in the house and sat down on the couch, my head kinda lolling around on my neck. WTF? Pulled myself up and wandered into the kitchen and found a half a bag of Oreo's, so I grabbed the half full gallon jug of milk from the fridge and sat down at the table and began to snack in earnest. Dunking Oreos and drinking from the jug like it was my job. That's when the wife walked in. She's got this look on her face like Elvis gets when I whistle at a real high frequency. Head tilted and quizzical. She says "What are you doing?" and I reply with milk dribbling from the side of my mouth, "Wanna get high?".   She just shakes her head and says I should go lie down for awhile. "Good idea" I say and as I'm walking out of the room she gently takes the cookies and milk from my hands and I never broke stride on the way to bed.

It ain't like it was folks. This new stuff in powerful!

Randy