The Perfect Partner
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it was quite interesting
perusing through your site. I didnt realize just how
much of an expert smoker I have really become.
pretty much knew everything on here. However, We all
have to start somewhere, and, yes, I have put my
lips around the bowl of a lit bong whilst in a
circle of 4-5 people. The instant pain of the burn,
plus the smack around the back of the head and the
constant ridiculing for the next few days whilst
nursing some nasty blisters on my lips is enough to
make anyone contemplate a life of drinking instead
of smoking! ( after saying that, I think I was
already drunk & stoned from the evenings events),
but my story happened when I was a newlywed living
in England with my new wife, who also likes to toke.
:-).The Perfect Partner!!
Unfortunately, when
stoned, she is not very 'careful'
We were living in not
quite the best neighborhood in Birmingham, England
where it is really easy to find anything you want.
However, when things start getting expensive and you
want more and more, you have to think of different
ways to 'secure your supply'. So, I decided to try
and grow a couple of my own plants. I got some seeds
from some reeeaally nice skunk and soaked them
thinking I would get one or two. I was amazed when
about 15 of them sprouted their little tails. Not
wanting to waste them, I bought some potting soil,
pots and miracle-gro (tm) lol. I didnt have any
lights and certainly couldnt afford any, so window
sills became greenhouses.In England, most people
have "net- curtains which diffuse the sunlight,
whilst preventing people seeing in.
As time went on, I
nurtured these plants, cared for them , cut off any
male parts to eliminate pollenation if thats a
word.My plants were awesome. The house smelt like a
stray cats home, but I could pull off a bud, place
it under the broiler to dry out and it would get me
high even without it being cured. I was the happiest
man in England.
Then one day, my wife
decided to go into town, so she locked up the house,
set the alarm and left for an afternoon of shopping.
I got home from work
before her, went in the house and everything seemed
in order, except for the yellow note that had been
left on the dining table.It read:
At 3pm today, we
received a report that your burglar alarm was
sounding. When we arrived, the back door was ajar so
we entered your home to check out the report and
also to secure the property.We toured the property
and we dont seem to see anything out of place or
signs of broken entry or burglary.If you find
anything is missing, please contact us.. blah blah
blah....
There was no mention of
plants or anything else, but they had to go! I
loaded them in my van and took them to my brothers
house where they were cultivated shortly after. I
ended up with a tupperware bowl, abot 6 liters in
size, absolutely packed to the brim with some of the
best weed I have ever had. Unfortunately, I was to
paranoid to keep it at home so I used to make daily
visits to his house just to get MY weed. We soon
decided to move to USA as this is my wifes native
land.I smoked that stuff like it was going out of
fashion and still didnt finish it all before we
left. I gave my brother the remaining 2-3 oz the day
I left for the airport, keeping just enough for the
train and bus trip to the airport, at any stops we
may make en route.When I got to the airport, I was
nearly tripping I was so high. I had about 1/8 left
and a metal pipe in my pocket. Then panic sets in.
If you have ever noticed, there are NO trash cans at
the airports in England, not even a gap behind the
toilets where u can dispose of stuff. I guess it's
an anti- terrorism thing. However, its no fun
walking around an airport with this stuff on you and
dogs walking around. I finally stuffed it down the
back of a seat where, who knows, it still lays.
When I got to US, I
discovered they do stupid stuff here, like
'pre-employment drug tests' What the fuck???
3 damn months before I
was clear!! I stayed clean for about 9 months. Now,
I buy it and my lips have fully recovered. Just a
word of warning to everyone out there. Lock your
doors, stay stoned and dont trust the wife. By the
way, she also threw our passports in the trash while
stoned. It's no fun going through a dumpster no
matter what toxins you have consumed.
Happy Toking all! Rob.
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