Shit, I'll take one!

Shit, I'll take one!
“I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.”
This could be a great new marketing gimmick.
Prolly a case of planted eveidence.
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i'll take two, and a couple of regular burgers for afterwards![]()
"The greatest obstacle to knowledge is not ignorance but the illusion of knowledge." -Barry Marshall, Nobel Laureate
is that the time when your room mate/roommate (fuck now i'm all paranoid about misspelling words cause of that other thread, fuckers) baked an ounce of pot into a couple of brownies and got all fucked up? i think i remember some of it. find me a link, i love reading drug experience stories.
"The greatest obstacle to knowledge is not ignorance but the illusion of knowledge." -Barry Marshall, Nobel Laureate

Found it.
"I had a roommate (Paisley) who wanted to make pot brownies. So I explained to her how to make them and told her she could use some of my stash (I had 10oz of chronic, hydroponic Indica).
I went shopping with my sister and her husband for a few hours. When I got back, Paisley presented us with her pot brownies. We all started to eat them and, after a bit, we noticed that we were all picking pot out of our teeth. I looked at Paisley and said, "Didn't you stem and seed the pot?", to which said answered "Yes." I asked her if she had chopped the pot up into very fine pieces, to which she also answered, "Yes." Did you add it to the butter first, I asked. Yet again she answered, "Yes."
I figured that there might be something wrong with my bag (it looked fine when I'd bought it). So, I asked her where the rest of the pot was (it wasn't in the cupboard). She just looked at me and said, "The rest of the pot?"
My mind had to work that over for a few moments until I came to the conclusion that the airhead had just put 10oz of chronic into a single batch of brownies.
The last coherent thought I had that day was standing at the checkout lane at the Vons over by San Fernando Road with Paisley, my sister, her husband with a grocery cart full of snack foods."
So many cries of inequality stem from one of group
of people doing little or nothing and then bitching
about another group that actually does something
to improve their lives.

So many cries of inequality stem from one of group
of people doing little or nothing and then bitching
about another group that actually does something
to improve their lives.
thats awesome. sounds like a blast.
i want to try and eat pot one day, but i'm always to lazy to bake/cook anything.
"The greatest obstacle to knowledge is not ignorance but the illusion of knowledge." -Barry Marshall, Nobel Laureate

So many cries of inequality stem from one of group
of people doing little or nothing and then bitching
about another group that actually does something
to improve their lives.


Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012
does the butter/pot mixture smell the house up like pot? is the amount you need to eat about the same as the amount you need to smoke? i rarely smoke anymore and on the rare occasion i do i just buy a bag with my bro and smoke some of it.
"The greatest obstacle to knowledge is not ignorance but the illusion of knowledge." -Barry Marshall, Nobel Laureate

“I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.”
Actually the best way is to put the weed in a stocking, boil it in water for ages, then take out the stocking. Add butter to the mix then take it off the heat and allow to cool. Put it in the fridge so the butter goes back to a solid then take out and use it in whatever.
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I'm shocked that it even mixed. We made a batch one time with a quarter pound (4 oz.) of finely ground weed, and after we started mixing it, we realized we needed 2 more brownie mixes just to make it a "mix." When they were done there was no doubt they were pot brownies, they were bright green.


Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012
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