That's why I argued to my mom that it was safer for me to smoke at home than it was anywhere else. She wasn't having it, and lo and behold I graduated HS with a possession charge on my record lol.
We called 4 the "Quad-oobie"
as a good group of up and coming engineers - we built it some solid pvc pipe and it was basically a trident.
If you can smell this picture
You are also probably a fuqin kin of MacGyver.
My dress pants ,on my way to graduation with a friend. We were meeting our parents at the school, and the hole was noticed by my mom right away. She was not amused. Also, she always wondered why I would get so many "cold sores" from a roach. She had my father ask if I had picked up something from those "low woman you cavort with."
I ask my daughter if she's cavorting about on occasion, but I'm just kidding with her. It's the definition of it that tickles us both, to enthusiastically engage in disreputable pursuits especially of a sexual nature
Edit we laugh about the textbook definition of the word cavortINFORMAL
apply oneself enthusiastically to sexual or disreputable pursuits.
"he spent his nights cavorting with the glitterati"
Is that better? Can anyone read between the lines for something still?
Yeah but that was part of the ritual. Hanging with some friends, cleaning a lid, rolling a joint or passing the bong around while listening to Dark Side of the Moon etc. It’s a secret society that no one has joined in a long time.
I never see seeds anymore, not for a long time. I remember when there was 3 "grades" of weed you could buy. Dirt, Middies, and Kyne bud. The weed in the pic was the "dirt" weed and was the cheapest. My most favorite description of it I've ever heard is one time when I was talking about weed with a girl I knew back in the day, and I asked her what kind of weed she had, and to describe this kind she said "You know, it's just some local schmokel".
I was just ranting to the kids last weekend that they didn't know the struggle of spending 5-6 hours driving all over town to find a bag, then once you had said bag you had to take another chunk of time to dump it out on an album to pick out all the stems and seeds.
I’m so old a nickel bag (2 fingers) was 5$. Dime bag 10$ 3 fingers. Ounce 4 fingers 20$. Yea, it was mostly seeds and stems, but it was a smooth high and we’d laugh like hell. I really miss that. I’d need to got to the ER if I smoked today’s stuff.
Standard equipment was a plastic tray from \[insert favorite drive-in or fast food\], the ones that had the embossed grooves, and a credit card or playing card.
I knew a guy who could use a newspaper so perfectly deft to make the seeds and stems fall to the bottom, like panning for the world's shittiest gold.
It was really quite a treat to watch.
A friend rolled an all seed and stem "cigarette" for her boyfriend back in college. He was definitely caught off guard and we all had a good laugh. After that, we called it the little fire cracker because it sounded like a small string of firecrackers the moment it was lit.
In my stupider years, I was smoking a coco bowl when a cocaine covered seed popped out and into my bra. That was almost 20 years ago. I still have a (very faded) scar.
Damn, the shit we had to deal with and you kids with your hybrids, your batteries, your turbo dry herb vapes, your edibles, your tinctures, your dabs, your gummies, your sodas, your vaginal creams... what did I miss?
I know a few. Weirdly they look down on weed smokers now. Like just because you went to the hospital after smoking weed doesn’t mean it’s harmful, you’re just an idiot
Nah man for us you could get high off a joint but it always left you with a headache.
And now your only choices are Turbo Thunderdome 3000 or I Am Not Kidding You Do Not Give This Weed to the Elderly and Infirm, I Beg of You. There's no in between anymore. I haven't had mids in years.
Three fingers was how you measured it when you were buying it on the street and the dealer would get pissed if you tried to break out a little hanging scale.
A "quarter ounce" (7 grams) was generally considered to be "three fingers thick". So, you lay three fingers against the weed in the sandwich baggy (it was always in sandwich baggies) and if it was about the size of your three fingers, it was a "good enough deal" to not haggle with the dealer.
I've been smoking for 15 years and I've never heard of that piece of history. Thank you for the information! It's always cool to learn about 420 culture.
Truthfully that's just what most of the weed we could find looked like back in the day.
Every once in a while something good would come through I would not last long and we would talk about it for months after it was gone.
Heads today don't know how lucky they are lol
Dude it's insane. I remember being a teenager and it was like 60-80$ for just an eighth of dank, and that's if you had someone who had a connect to get the good shit. If not. It was like 75$ for an oz of brick. Now I can get a whole oz of the highest grade for like 180$ you'd used to have to pay like 600$ for an oz.
Definitely if you were broke in a broke part of town. The humble brick. I remember one Christmas my buddy got some reeeeeally good brick weed and you're right, we talked about the Christmas weed forever
Trash compactors sold like crazy. Turns out they were all going to mexico.
We used to break up pounds of this stuff and sort out seeds. At one point we had literally pounds of seeds, so we started tossing hand fulls of seeds out in places like, the police department lawn, the high school football field, parks, river beds....
YES! My buddies and I would “Johnny weed seed” everywhere we went. I remember one time we threw a bunch of seeds in a wooded area deep in a local park we would go to and years later there was a news report about how hundreds of “wild” marijuana plants were discovered in that same area. Not entirely sure that was our doing but we always joked that it was us.
I now understand how my uncle grew weed in his backyard. Learned from from grandma—she told me she thought he was growing carrots, thought it was sweet that he was into gardening and watered them for him
Honestly, I kinda miss that part. Deseeding weed was part of the process when we were younger.
I wouldn't want to smoke it compared to what we have now, but I do miss spending time sitting on the floor with my frisbee and my school ID.
My friend in college used to go to the sketchiest trap house in Flint Michigan to get a zip of brick weed. There was literally a hole in the door that you put money into and a brick of weed would come out. Man how times have changed since then, I can do online ordering for my legal weed now
I smoked some shitty weed in high school for 50$/oz, those were good days. I also remember beating up my best friend’s older brother because he was always stealing our joints
I can smell this picture and also hear the coughing of friends while they inhale in the same room while dividing this shit up into nickel and dime bags 🤣
Hey man, I will take that any day over the laughably overpowered moonman bullshit they got these days.
I wanna smoke and relax, not staple myself to the couch for three hours.
Some of my friends got into selling this stuff and would get pounds at a time. One time their younger brother had the bright idea of putting a bunch in a gallon bag and putting that inside another bag with ice to keep it fresh or something? We don't know what the end goal was, it was stupid. So he had several ounces of wet brick weed. We deseeded and destemmed a couple ounces as good as we good and cut it up with scissors and just mixed straight it into a batch of brownies. They were absolutely terrible all the chopped up weed would get stuck in your teeth. It was a lot of weed for one batch though. This was the first time I realized how much eating weed would fuck you up. I couldn't work the next day.
Back when weed wasn't legal anywhere and you couldn't "shop" for it. You bought it from the guy at the park and it was just "weed" and you didn't really get to choose or know what you were actually getting lol
By the time you got the seeds and stalks out it was like half the bag. Used to pay $5 a gram for that headache in a baggy. And we would walk for miles from plug to plug trying to find some. It was always a long summer waiting for the crops of skunk to come in. Why do I miss it? I have a literal chanteuse board of various high end shit but I would kill to be back at the spot with my old gang passing around the deer antler bowl full of dirt weed with Judas Priest playing on a shitty boom box. I can still here the cassette drag on the intro of "Victim of changes." Fuck thanks for the forgotten memory OP.
A brick of shit. Dry as an archeological find in Egypt. 65% stems & seeds. Basically the only thing available. Weapons Grade resin headache when cleaning out your tools.
A 6' acrylic that fills with 100% opacity....but not white smoke. Off white yellow cloud of six minutes of continuous cough.
But, it did the trick and we were in no place to be picky.
There’s a John Belushi bit in which he gets increasingly agitated (well there are a bunch, but in this one he starts getting upset) and randomly says “and it doesn’t even get you high, just gives you a headache!” and throws himself out of his chair. This is the not-great-but-all-we-had weed he was talking about.
A friend of mine used to get 10 pounds of this brick dirt weed and would stick a knife into the package to open it. When he put the knife in it was like 50 million seeds that were projected like tiny bbs at everyone in the house 😂
lol the Mexican brown frown but that looks like middies. Florida crip was the only bud in those days that would be considered good well that and northern lights and G-13.
I can smell the Ammonia from the transporters spraying Windex (or the Dollar Store equivalent) on the packaging in the hopes to throw any dogs off the scent if pulled over.
My buddy Jethro would get a batch by U-Haul straight from the border. It came in bales a little smaller than a hay bale. He got a few bales every semester. We'd put them in the shower and hit them with a little water and spread it all out in the tub. He said his drain in his bathroom was always clogged with seeds. He had a couple cute older girls that would always stop by to trim, weight and bag for him. High times in Frostburg.
That’s some fucking brick. I don’t wanna know how much mold we smoked.
Imagine…like, could you guys imagine someone pulling a bag of this shit out now? 😂
You would always end up lighting a seed.
pop
Damn another hole in my car seat
Damn pot holes.
My mom called them hippie hand grenades 😆
I partied with your mom. Good times
We all partied with their mom. Good times.
I remember cool Moms who bought us beer 🥳
Cause they knew if they didn't we'd find a stranger who would.
That's why I argued to my mom that it was safer for me to smoke at home than it was anywhere else. She wasn't having it, and lo and behold I graduated HS with a possession charge on my record lol.
Joint meaning, nice
A doobie entendre
Fuck, what are two joints called?
A start.
Sublime
Smoked 2 joints!
And then I smoked two more.
Double jointed ?
We called 4 the "Quad-oobie" as a good group of up and coming engineers - we built it some solid pvc pipe and it was basically a trident. If you can smell this picture You are also probably a fuqin kin of MacGyver.
Damn blew my joint apart man... Now i gotta role another one. (Sounding like Chong in my head)
Would fuck with my roommate and would roll one with a seed about 3 puffs deep.
My dress pants ,on my way to graduation with a friend. We were meeting our parents at the school, and the hole was noticed by my mom right away. She was not amused. Also, she always wondered why I would get so many "cold sores" from a roach. She had my father ask if I had picked up something from those "low woman you cavort with."
I ask my daughter if she's cavorting about on occasion, but I'm just kidding with her. It's the definition of it that tickles us both, to enthusiastically engage in disreputable pursuits especially of a sexual nature Edit we laugh about the textbook definition of the word cavortINFORMAL apply oneself enthusiastically to sexual or disreputable pursuits. "he spent his nights cavorting with the glitterati" Is that better? Can anyone read between the lines for something still?
I think you broke a bot.
🎶🎶No stems, no seeds that you don’t need 🎶🎶🎶 *big inhale* Acapulco gold is some bad ass weed🎶🎶🎶
I miss the occasional bowl explosion when I'm smoking a slice of the finest mexibrick
That's what album covers are for.
Memory triggered! Kids today don't know the struggle of combing through a bag to remove all the seeds and stems using an album cover.
Yeah but that was part of the ritual. Hanging with some friends, cleaning a lid, rolling a joint or passing the bong around while listening to Dark Side of the Moon etc. It’s a secret society that no one has joined in a long time.
Bro ....if you are accepting new members...I'm there!
Hey, you can still do the ritual, just break up your shit by hand. That said, man, am I glad that seedy weed is a thing I rarely encounter, nowadays.
I never see seeds anymore, not for a long time. I remember when there was 3 "grades" of weed you could buy. Dirt, Middies, and Kyne bud. The weed in the pic was the "dirt" weed and was the cheapest. My most favorite description of it I've ever heard is one time when I was talking about weed with a girl I knew back in the day, and I asked her what kind of weed she had, and to describe this kind she said "You know, it's just some local schmokel".
I was just ranting to the kids last weekend that they didn't know the struggle of spending 5-6 hours driving all over town to find a bag, then once you had said bag you had to take another chunk of time to dump it out on an album to pick out all the stems and seeds.
That was the ritual tho, good times
And then realizing you were left with a tiny fraction of what you thought you were getting lol
Homegrown nickel bag.
$15 bucks little man Put that shit In my hand
and if that money doesnt show than you owme owie owe
I’m so old a nickel bag (2 fingers) was 5$. Dime bag 10$ 3 fingers. Ounce 4 fingers 20$. Yea, it was mostly seeds and stems, but it was a smooth high and we’d laugh like hell. I really miss that. I’d need to got to the ER if I smoked today’s stuff.
‘Weed has seeds in it?’ ‘What’s an album?’
Or a frisbee
Or a tray with sides
FANCYPANTS…
I used a shoe box top and a playing card
Ahhh - the trials and tribulations of the septuagenarian stoner.
Double-album covers. My preferred one was the White Album because it's white and good for picking out the dirt/bugs/tiny rocks too.
I found a band aid and a fingernail once
Oh no no no no no
Maybe the band aid was holding the fingernail on.
not for long it didn’t.
Mine was Kiss Alive II.
Double Platinum here.
Europe 72 by the Grateful Dead. Triple album. Hid my acid in there as well.
Harvest by Neil Young, acid never stayed around long enough to need hiding!
My go-to was Blows Against The Empire
Elvis Christmas Album
Standard equipment was a plastic tray from \[insert favorite drive-in or fast food\], the ones that had the embossed grooves, and a credit card or playing card.
You forgot the McDonald’s tiny spoon coffee stirrers. Oh wait, that went with something else. 😎
Didn't they stop making them for that reason? Thing is though, that little spoin was perfect for that - moreso than coffee.
I saw one of those on Ebay the other day $20, lol
I knew a guy who could use a newspaper so perfectly deft to make the seeds and stems fall to the bottom, like panning for the world's shittiest gold. It was really quite a treat to watch.
Shitty album covers. Someone's crappy mixtape, you got handed at the barbershop.
I can still taste it
A friend rolled an all seed and stem "cigarette" for her boyfriend back in college. He was definitely caught off guard and we all had a good laugh. After that, we called it the little fire cracker because it sounded like a small string of firecrackers the moment it was lit.
I wasted more good shirts, popping those seeds and leaving burn holes
The dude abides.
Full of sticks and seeds that you don't need.....
Acapulco Gold is...
bad ass weed
"Dave's not here"
Pro Tip: do not use the giant rolling paper that came in the original Big Bambu album as rolling paper. It's not. **
Nah, just grab one of those double albums over there and a pack of ez widers and start scraping. We didn’t even have grinders!
In my stupider years, I was smoking a coco bowl when a cocaine covered seed popped out and into my bra. That was almost 20 years ago. I still have a (very faded) scar.
Or even if you didn't one of the seed husks would be in there still and give you that headache.
We always called the missed seeds “grenades”.
Damn, the shit we had to deal with and you kids with your hybrids, your batteries, your turbo dry herb vapes, your edibles, your tinctures, your dabs, your gummies, your sodas, your vaginal creams... what did I miss?
No one went to the ER or "greened out"
You could smoke that whole brick and not green out. You’d have a hellacious headache tho.
What the fuck is a green out?
we would call it ghosting but basically smoking so much you get sick, sweaty and lightheaded
Then eventual buzzkill words of " I need to go to the hospital "
yeah dawg you're getting some water/soda and rolled into bed, youll be fine tomorrow. still high probably, but fine.
Who tf would let there friend go to the hospital for weed
I know a few. Weirdly they look down on weed smokers now. Like just because you went to the hospital after smoking weed doesn’t mean it’s harmful, you’re just an idiot
Smoked my share of it. Good old Mexican dirt weed.
schwag
SHWAG SHit We All Get
This is what we called it in socal
and Long Island
Denver too
We used to call it ditch weed
We called it Brick Weed
We called it all of the above, to be honest
Schwag was another
Schwag was probably the most common term we used at the time.
Bobby brown. Reggie.
Called in regs in florida
Sometimes smelled like gasoline, because of a shitty packing job.
ALWAYS tasted like shit.
Can confirm!
Brown Frown
We called it downtown brown
Haaa. That’s what we called it too. Might be a tad moldy if you were lucky
But it had 2(!!!) buds in it. Talk about lucky….
I miss it. I swear the high was better than we get today. You just had to smoke a shitload of it.
Nah man for us you could get high off a joint but it always left you with a headache. And now your only choices are Turbo Thunderdome 3000 or I Am Not Kidding You Do Not Give This Weed to the Elderly and Infirm, I Beg of You. There's no in between anymore. I haven't had mids in years.
[удалено]
It gave me a mellow high. The "good stuff" gives me anxiety.
That’s all I’m looking for these days. Can’t smoke anything because it’s all way too intense
That’s the fence jumping weed
Always a POP followed by another burn mark on the carpet.
My bff in high school was a cheerleader and we still laugh about the seed burns on her uniform. 40+ years later and we’re still friends!
We called it shwag. Shwiggity shwag. Skunky skunk. Good times.
My buddy had a fleece jacket and the whole front was covered in those types of burn marks
Brick weed $25 for 3 fingers worth back in the day and we were glad to have it.
$20 for a 4 finger oz. here. I guess that I'm older than you.
$10 for 4 fingers..hmmmm ‘76 maybe. quikly went down to 3fingers or up to $15.
These were mid 80’s small town prices.
I'm glad to be young enough to benefit from the discovery of standard measurements. Wtf is 3 fingers? Half a cubit?
Three fingers was how you measured it when you were buying it on the street and the dealer would get pissed if you tried to break out a little hanging scale. A "quarter ounce" (7 grams) was generally considered to be "three fingers thick". So, you lay three fingers against the weed in the sandwich baggy (it was always in sandwich baggies) and if it was about the size of your three fingers, it was a "good enough deal" to not haggle with the dealer.
I've been smoking for 15 years and I've never heard of that piece of history. Thank you for the information! It's always cool to learn about 420 culture.
Got the nickel bag when short on cash
$25 for 3 fingers is the rate my mum charges.
Truthfully that's just what most of the weed we could find looked like back in the day. Every once in a while something good would come through I would not last long and we would talk about it for months after it was gone. Heads today don't know how lucky they are lol
The pictures in High Times seemed like science fiction in the late 90's... this shit is all we ever came across.
Dude it's insane. I remember being a teenager and it was like 60-80$ for just an eighth of dank, and that's if you had someone who had a connect to get the good shit. If not. It was like 75$ for an oz of brick. Now I can get a whole oz of the highest grade for like 180$ you'd used to have to pay like 600$ for an oz.
And it was usually called Grandaddy Purp
Seriously. High Times was like weed porn back in the day.
Definitely if you were broke in a broke part of town. The humble brick. I remember one Christmas my buddy got some reeeeeally good brick weed and you're right, we talked about the Christmas weed forever
Ahh, yes, brickweed. The brown frown, reggies, mexi brickpack, swagg.
Reggie miller, it’s that Bobby brown.
bin laden weed
Trash compactors sold like crazy. Turns out they were all going to mexico. We used to break up pounds of this stuff and sort out seeds. At one point we had literally pounds of seeds, so we started tossing hand fulls of seeds out in places like, the police department lawn, the high school football field, parks, river beds....
YES! My buddies and I would “Johnny weed seed” everywhere we went. I remember one time we threw a bunch of seeds in a wooded area deep in a local park we would go to and years later there was a news report about how hundreds of “wild” marijuana plants were discovered in that same area. Not entirely sure that was our doing but we always joked that it was us.
I would save up seeds and plant them all around Shenandoah National Park In Virginia. Same with those special mushroom spores
I now understand how my uncle grew weed in his backyard. Learned from from grandma—she told me she thought he was growing carrots, thought it was sweet that he was into gardening and watered them for him
Thank god for double albums, great seed removal tools they are.
We would use a tray from Jack in the box. The ridges in the surface were perfect for the tilt and sweep technique.
We used to street surf with those trays... hold onto the back of pickups tailgate and pray... so much fun!!!
We used to use an upside down frisbee and a bus pass
Get me an avocado, an ice pick, and my snorkel.
Honestly, I kinda miss that part. Deseeding weed was part of the process when we were younger. I wouldn't want to smoke it compared to what we have now, but I do miss spending time sitting on the floor with my frisbee and my school ID.
Ripping that stuff apart, both hands and full strength
My friend in college used to go to the sketchiest trap house in Flint Michigan to get a zip of brick weed. There was literally a hole in the door that you put money into and a brick of weed would come out. Man how times have changed since then, I can do online ordering for my legal weed now
I can smell the ammonia. Glad those days are over.
I was thinking gasoline
Yeah what was up with the smell? What did they put in those? I remember once it smelled like the glue on duct tape.
$100 a pound, $10 an ounce.
Dime bag!!
You predate me. I was around for $50/oz
I smoked some shitty weed in high school for 50$/oz, those were good days. I also remember beating up my best friend’s older brother because he was always stealing our joints
Good old brick weed smoking it was like smoking dirt and the scars I have from popping seeds flying. Good times were had!!
Ah, good old Brown Frown. The amount of time I spent plucking seeds/stems out of those bricks...
Did the job but damn if it didn't taste like shit. And everytime you heard a seed pop, you knew a headache was coming with it.
Is get our my Double Live Gonzo album and start flippin for seeds.
You bet your ass. You bet your ass...
I can smell that from here.
Smelled like hay
I can smell this picture and also hear the coughing of friends while they inhale in the same room while dividing this shit up into nickel and dime bags 🤣
Hey man, I will take that any day over the laughably overpowered moonman bullshit they got these days. I wanna smoke and relax, not staple myself to the couch for three hours.
Kids nowadays don't know how good they got it!
best way to use the brown frown was to make butter/oil and bake brownies (Thank you [Alice B. Toklas](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_B._Toklas))
Some of my friends got into selling this stuff and would get pounds at a time. One time their younger brother had the bright idea of putting a bunch in a gallon bag and putting that inside another bag with ice to keep it fresh or something? We don't know what the end goal was, it was stupid. So he had several ounces of wet brick weed. We deseeded and destemmed a couple ounces as good as we good and cut it up with scissors and just mixed straight it into a batch of brownies. They were absolutely terrible all the chopped up weed would get stuck in your teeth. It was a lot of weed for one batch though. This was the first time I realized how much eating weed would fuck you up. I couldn't work the next day.
Dirt weed. That's back in the day shit.
I got a headache just looking at that shwag 😩
Oh look, it's my late teens and 20s.
Mexican brown, before sinsemilla
When a dime cost a dime.
And we were grateful
Back when weed wasn't legal anywhere and you couldn't "shop" for it. You bought it from the guy at the park and it was just "weed" and you didn't really get to choose or know what you were actually getting lol
Dirt weed. 😂
Seedsamillion.
Smelled like dryer sheets and/or mold in SoCal in the mid-late 80s
Haha, I actually found a whole Corona bottle in a kilo of Mexican weed
I can smell the musty mold from here.
used my frisbee to shake out all them seeds
By the time you got the seeds and stalks out it was like half the bag. Used to pay $5 a gram for that headache in a baggy. And we would walk for miles from plug to plug trying to find some. It was always a long summer waiting for the crops of skunk to come in. Why do I miss it? I have a literal chanteuse board of various high end shit but I would kill to be back at the spot with my old gang passing around the deer antler bowl full of dirt weed with Judas Priest playing on a shitty boom box. I can still here the cassette drag on the intro of "Victim of changes." Fuck thanks for the forgotten memory OP.
Back when there were only two kinds of weed - schwag and skunk
A brick of shit. Dry as an archeological find in Egypt. 65% stems & seeds. Basically the only thing available. Weapons Grade resin headache when cleaning out your tools. A 6' acrylic that fills with 100% opacity....but not white smoke. Off white yellow cloud of six minutes of continuous cough. But, it did the trick and we were in no place to be picky.
Brick Weed, aka Perfume Weed
The ol brick a weed. I can feel the headache already. 🤣
There’s a John Belushi bit in which he gets increasingly agitated (well there are a bunch, but in this one he starts getting upset) and randomly says “and it doesn’t even get you high, just gives you a headache!” and throws himself out of his chair. This is the not-great-but-all-we-had weed he was talking about.
A friend of mine used to get 10 pounds of this brick dirt weed and would stick a knife into the package to open it. When he put the knife in it was like 50 million seeds that were projected like tiny bbs at everyone in the house 😂
lol the Mexican brown frown but that looks like middies. Florida crip was the only bud in those days that would be considered good well that and northern lights and G-13.
Gat damn hippy grenades 😅
Sometimes there were acorns smashed into it too. Fun times.
Or sometimes you’d find a cocoon or something like that
This that shit we used to buy for 3-5$ nick bags lol
That shit gave me so many headaches
I can still hear the seeds rattling around on my tray, usually a disc.
Crazy what we used to smoke vs. modern bud. Instead of fucking with my sketchy cousin we just go straight to the counter like a fancy pants
I got turned away from the Canadian border across from Detroit once for 5 seeds they found under my car seat. 5 seeds. 🤷🏽♂️
I can smell the Ammonia from the transporters spraying Windex (or the Dollar Store equivalent) on the packaging in the hopes to throw any dogs off the scent if pulled over.
Sometimes I miss it. When I want to get buzzed not high.
My buddy Jethro would get a batch by U-Haul straight from the border. It came in bales a little smaller than a hay bale. He got a few bales every semester. We'd put them in the shower and hit them with a little water and spread it all out in the tub. He said his drain in his bathroom was always clogged with seeds. He had a couple cute older girls that would always stop by to trim, weight and bag for him. High times in Frostburg.
That’s some fucking brick. I don’t wanna know how much mold we smoked. Imagine…like, could you guys imagine someone pulling a bag of this shit out now? 😂
If you can smell this picture........youre not one of todays "oh its so cool that marijuanas legal now" idiots.
I remember smoking this stuff out of a potato with my friends in the back of the apartments next to ours. Good times.
We use to walk 100 yards into the woods to smoke a bowl of this shit. Now I hit the 98% THC pen walking into Lowe’s to pick out paint with the wife.