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5 chins for a bolton gif. Try coming back with something fuuny or clever on your own Truly pathetic. Your little groupie thinkers are equally pathetic and unoriginal. Come on 'guys', step up your game
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creepycoug
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Top of the wood list for me. BRBJO
Dude, I said "WOOD"! WTF does that mean in your country?
But yeah, it's a valid question. Not for her though.
Is there a level grade of being high? I mean my drunk level goes from I can still drive a car to I'll be puking in 10 minutes but I've never been a little or too high. And by high I'm referencing pot. Mushrooms is a different story.
The Throbber knocked back about half of a THC infused drink back when it first became legal. Should have read the label - there was something like 10 servings in the bottle. It been about 10 years since I’d been stoned so the tolerance was way low
That was too high.
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Mrs Nacho once made cannabutter. As a novice, I had no idea how much was in there, how much I should have. I took some the night before a trip, I was done packing but she still had to pack so I’m on the couch. I see her going back and forth from the bedroom to the kitchen, out to the living room, etc.
Every time she walks back and forth, I think to myself, oh she’s still here as in I was couldn’t remember if we were still married and living in the same house.
I had to take screenshots on my phone because I heard a song called “asshole” playing on Spotify. I thought I was dreaming the song name, looked at it, confirmed the title and probably 20-30 seconds later, had to look again because I couldn’t remember if that actually happened or I imagined it.
I eventually had to call for Mrs Nacho to help get off the couch because I’d been trying for 10 minutes and wasn’t able to stand up.
TheHB
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Another Wednesday night in TheHB household.
It's odd how there seems to be a limit to how stoned one can get by smoking, but edibles will get you more obliterated the more you eat. That's what generates the vast majority of weed "overdoses", ER visits, and poison control center calls.
I had a friend who once ate a half ounce of lab grown shrooms while sitting alone in his apartment. He thought he was dying and called the poison control center for advice. The guy on the phone laughed at him and told him to get comfortable and ride it out.
If we’re bashing being too high, I’m out of here.
digits
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story time kids.
A young lad, maybe the ripe age of 19 decided to visit the land of maple syrup with his homie. Little did dumb and dumber know that they had choose to visit on Canada day!
As the headed north a bowl or two of the finest green was consumed as well as a line or two of coke. As the little degenerates approached the state line they chubbied with the idea of legally consuming alcohol.
Now lil DSD had twice told homie that no more drugs were in the car. As they came closer to the boarder DSD started to question his lie and the remaining weed, coke, and half an oxy in his pocket. So as he admitted his poor decision DSD was forced to consume and consume quickly did he - think super troopers.
After safely making it across the line, and already beginning to question life as he knew it, it was time to figure out lodging. Well, dumbfucks, you’re not going to find anything on Canada day. So the two idiots, one getting progressively higher by the second, found a hotel parking lot and proceeded to find some fire water.
The streets were packed and everywhere was a high grade ass. Even the guys had nice asses thought DSD or was that just the drugs talking?
At a certain point the drinks effects were that of water and it was now time for the hunt. Little did homie and DSD know but the red light district was good for more than hookers.
They had found the goods but for some reason a chase ensued… as DSD ran across the street following the “dealers” he went brown as in brown out. The next thing he knows he is standing in front of a police officer in a police station… fuck. As he empty’s his pocket he places a bag of what can only be assumed is meth on the table… fucked. As the officer asked what this was DSD proclaimed “I asked to buy some smoke and this is what I was sold. I just wanted some weed.”
Luckily, and apparently, this was a busy night and the arresting officer liked his ice as that little baggie was grabbed and dropped into his pocket never to be seen again - well, until he smoked it later that morning.
Now DSD was really fucking confused at this point as he went into a very cush cell - the drunk tank and eventually he assed out.
Hours later, with a dead phone and no arrest record in Canada, DSD was released back into the wilderness.
Walking outside to a rising son in a foreign country and no fucking clue where to go, DSD knew the cards were stacked against him. Though he had already overcame so much to not be mugged, dead, or charged; did he have one more win left in him.
Call it a Canada Day miracle or a drug induced hallucination but the immaculate taxi driver arrived and mission impossible was underway. By dumb luck they picked the right direction to head and through what few pre-brown out memories still existed, they drove to find a nameless hotel. After only 3 potential destinations, and with not even enough money to drive down the street, the taxi driving angel found DSD the hotel that had been parked at. Miraculously, homie was assed out in the car and awoke to DSD slamming on the window.
Luck, fate, the devil, whatever the fuck it was, it was clearly time to get the fuck out of Canada.
It’s still up for debate who won this battle but DSD flipped the bird to the moose knuckle boarder cops as they crossed the line never to return again.
A young lad, maybe the ripe age of 19 decided to visit the land of maple syrup with his homie. Little did dumb and dumber know that they had choose to visit on Canada day!
As the headed north a bowl or two of the finest green was consumed as well as a line or two of coke. As the little degenerates approached the state line they chubbied with the idea of legally consuming alcohol.
Now lil DSD had twice told homie that no more drugs were in the car. As they came closer to the boarder DSD started to question his lie and the remaining weed, coke, and half an oxy in his pocket. So as he admitted his poor decision DSD was forced to consume and consume quickly did he - think super troopers.
After safely making it across the line, and already beginning to question life as he knew it, it was time to figure out lodging. Well, dumbfucks, you’re not going to find anything on Canada day. So the two idiots, one getting progressively higher by the second, found a hotel parking lot and proceeded to find some fire water.
The streets were packed and everywhere was a high grade ass. Even the guys had nice asses thought DSD or was that just the drugs talking?
At a certain point the drinks effects were that of water and it was now time for the hunt. Little did homie and DSD know but the red light district was good for more than hookers.
They had found the goods but for some reason a chase ensued… as DSD ran across the street following the “dealers” he went brown as in brown out. The next thing he knows he is standing in front of a police officer in a police station… fuck. As he empty’s his pocket he places a bag of what can only be assumed is meth on the table… fucked. As the officer asked what this was DSD proclaimed “I asked to buy some smoke and this is what I was sold. I just wanted some weed.”
Luckily, and apparently, this was a busy night and the arresting officer liked his ice as that little baggie was grabbed and dropped into his pocket never to be seen again - well, until he smoked it later that morning.
Now DSD was really fucking confused at this point as he went into a very cush cell - the drunk tank and eventually he assed out.
Hours later, with a dead phone and no arrest record in Canada, DSD was released back into the wilderness.
Walking outside to a rising son in a foreign country and no fucking clue where to go, DSD knew the cards were stacked against him. Though he had already overcame so much to not be mugged, dead, or charged; did he have one more win left in him.
Call it a Canada Day miracle or a drug induced hallucination but the immaculate taxi driver arrived and mission impossible was underway. By dumb luck they picked the right direction to head and through what few pre-brown out memories still existed, they drove to find a nameless hotel. After only 3 potential destinations, and with not even enough money to drive down the street, the taxi driving angel found DSD the hotel that had been parked at. Miraculously, homie was assed out in the car and awoke to DSD slamming on the window.
Luck, fate, the devil, whatever the fuck it was, it was clearly time to get the fuck out of Canada.
It’s still up for debate who won this battle but DSD flipped the bird to the moose knuckle boarder cops as they crossed the line never to return again.