Fetaman
Member
http://ontarioseedbank.ca/faq.html
Selection:
A function of your IQ, interest and ability to listen *97% success
Price:
My value is not quantified by bullshit FIAT currency, but delicious prices if you sow with intent and honesty
Service:
STG (Spinal Tap Grade, they go to 11)
Stealth Rating:
Who are we talking about? I don’t know, what you are talking about.
Would you order from the same bank again:
Why would you think I ordered? I mean, maybe I just stopped in to share some time, and listen, learn and laugh? Is that so hard? Do I need to knock 7 times, act all cool and hope I can speak to the SEO Gods surrounding the black pot, grey haired and obscured by the vig and juice of youth splashing about what was forged by the days gone by.
Other Comments:
I would never want to break, bend or test rules. So can I continue in the extra space below...(elevator music)...thank you.
Imagine a day when you don’t want to walk anymore.
You don’t want to even fucking move.
The horror of the bullshit is beyond a shitnado that Jim or Randy may have left after a weekend of trying to smoke Eurotrash shit. Fuqtards...there is no, none - and I mean ZERO chance, any other seeds can be in the same beer tank as Canadian seeds.
Period.
Are there some great Dutch, German beers?
Of course, a fool would be more of an ass if his tongue licked the salt stick of D. Nile. Flavored with the bitter peanuts and corn that magically appear at the edge of a brown star precipice.
All hail the high resolution printers, sweet words of wisdom from the punk that knows nothing of beer but the golden color. The true call of “hops and barley”, I am the beer-king, smell my farts.
They are delicious if you can get them.
I prefer to make sure to get them from an actual human.
Someone I can trust to have brought me my supply.
My medical issues are none of you fucking business, many are noted and proven in the magic rice pudding I conspire to provide if you provide the folly that will wake my foul.
Do I digress?
Perhaps, to one at the gate - another says fate.
So I agree.
It is time to share, again.
Here, in a state of Abide.
Is there a grand reason for this?
Yeah, life.
Given, and cracked in some cases.
Earlier, later.
Easily, dissipation a hallucination in the winds carrying Mary in the blown glass folicles of a weed we used to rub.
We made butter on our chins.
Blew away the wishes.
I was blessed, to have seen that.
Lived it.
These are the colors I know see.
Reflections, and creative spurts fuelled by some inputs, some friends - shared.
That is what we used to do.
You never gave it away; you shared knowledge and wisdom - freely. Hoping of course there is not going to be some kind of fascist whiplash. Fuck, why not add a cherry on top with some political whipped creams.
Should I ramble off the same bullshit?
Should I tell and speak of the “great strains” created by the same crew that brought you subway tokens at $0.30 per $1.00?
You believe, that is what you are smoking?
You want to see legit?
Walk in the door.
Look into their eyes, and speak.
Like a human.
Like an advocate for the rights, and not an emblem painted on the opposite side of your right, it’s just a cage of bones.
Shame too many forget how frail bones are.
Doubt me, Dont.
(*fuck you, not a typo)
Political intervention, lemmings to the slaughterhouse;
fixations and gestations upon the malfeasance warranted upon the papyrus provided for by trucks that gobble precious ashvalt, fucking the curbs with the rancid exhaust of the whore’s breakfast you wish upon the medium double-double prick that left the hybrid running.
My high is bred too.
With time, trust and eyes wide shut.
Of course legislation is made of rocks and wool, shards of cinder and syphons but organix.
Can words harm, hurt?
Maybe, but what do I know.
I am just a simple piece of cheese, with daydreams and daffodils considered a sea of brinesanity and a jar full of something.
Fatigue is for those that do not care to take the time.
Sit back.
Open the smallest of best wishes, and share.
Ontario Seed Bank does, and is, relief.
I have NEVER had a SINGLE friend, associate, peer, family member, or ANYONE, in well over 25+ years of big wheels, and big plans worth of time, ever speak ill of this shop.
And when the day comes, I want to make sure part of my final views include a hymn for the brothers and sisters that have lived, and those that shall follow, as I look at the wonderful tractor in the front window and smile, a cold, dead smile - but one which had me speak no ill will of those that have made it all possible.
Not paid for in an ad, or a domain name.
Paid for in time.
Paid for in real, delicious beer.
Beer, buds and beaver I would put up against anyone.
Anyone, anytime, any which way but we lose.
We can’t.
Or is that an eye?
*CLIFF NOTES:
· Ontario Seed Bank is Canadian
· They are fucking amazing, and know their shit
· Fuck pot politics
· If you get 1/10 going off - it ain’t the seeds buttercup, it is the strap on your wife your married to insists equals the playing field
· You order online, and believe - I want to shake the hand of the people I deal with
· Hide in obscurity, your words mean shit
· Ontario Seed Bank DPK, and Jean Guy - off the hook, period
· Remember real old school, pre-98...how about pre-88 updated? XXX 420. Shit is a creativity, euphoric super bomb I would put up against it’s modern/blended offspring - respect
· Go into a smoke pit, get offended there are no brie and cucumber sammiches it ain’t my fault, fuck off
· I will more than happily, meet anyone interested at OSB - but you provide the reason, incentive or need...
· Misinformation is a currency in the advertising media, but make sure you find the “Top (YOUR PRODUCT HERE FOR XX.YY EURO) Seed Company*” recommended by The Federal Reserves, Taxenshtein & Zeus, LLP.
*NOTE: Company is a very elaborate and confusing word, with a great global economy like this, a company could have a domain name, hide behind it, so they could “point” people towards a web of bullshit, and the offshore enterprises could still hold a registered address in the sphincter of a stretch of highway deep in the N.W.T, you know, like a town called Urinelaser, but fem seed hunters shall taste no victory or defeat in the Arena, unless they follow the Roosevelt F. U. Fingerbang technique, and only then, as real people - will you see tradition passed by, for the sake of hip, happening and trendy capris.
· Stop being a bureaucratic douche fluid chugger, and go natural
· Anarchy is not rancid, nor passive but does reek, OG to Bishop-4
Fuck Cliff, he rambles Notes;
1. Grow it, qualify/quantify it empirically, show it - then let’s smoke it
2. Fuck the plurality, it ain't freedom if first past the post pays a toll defined in coins
3. *abide*
Selection:
A function of your IQ, interest and ability to listen *97% success
Price:
My value is not quantified by bullshit FIAT currency, but delicious prices if you sow with intent and honesty
Service:
STG (Spinal Tap Grade, they go to 11)
Stealth Rating:
Who are we talking about? I don’t know, what you are talking about.
Would you order from the same bank again:
Why would you think I ordered? I mean, maybe I just stopped in to share some time, and listen, learn and laugh? Is that so hard? Do I need to knock 7 times, act all cool and hope I can speak to the SEO Gods surrounding the black pot, grey haired and obscured by the vig and juice of youth splashing about what was forged by the days gone by.
Other Comments:
I would never want to break, bend or test rules. So can I continue in the extra space below...(elevator music)...thank you.
Imagine a day when you don’t want to walk anymore.
You don’t want to even fucking move.
The horror of the bullshit is beyond a shitnado that Jim or Randy may have left after a weekend of trying to smoke Eurotrash shit. Fuqtards...there is no, none - and I mean ZERO chance, any other seeds can be in the same beer tank as Canadian seeds.
Period.
Are there some great Dutch, German beers?
Of course, a fool would be more of an ass if his tongue licked the salt stick of D. Nile. Flavored with the bitter peanuts and corn that magically appear at the edge of a brown star precipice.
All hail the high resolution printers, sweet words of wisdom from the punk that knows nothing of beer but the golden color. The true call of “hops and barley”, I am the beer-king, smell my farts.
They are delicious if you can get them.
I prefer to make sure to get them from an actual human.
Someone I can trust to have brought me my supply.
My medical issues are none of you fucking business, many are noted and proven in the magic rice pudding I conspire to provide if you provide the folly that will wake my foul.
Do I digress?
Perhaps, to one at the gate - another says fate.
So I agree.
It is time to share, again.
Here, in a state of Abide.
Is there a grand reason for this?
Yeah, life.
Given, and cracked in some cases.
Earlier, later.
Easily, dissipation a hallucination in the winds carrying Mary in the blown glass folicles of a weed we used to rub.
We made butter on our chins.
Blew away the wishes.
I was blessed, to have seen that.
Lived it.
These are the colors I know see.
Reflections, and creative spurts fuelled by some inputs, some friends - shared.
That is what we used to do.
You never gave it away; you shared knowledge and wisdom - freely. Hoping of course there is not going to be some kind of fascist whiplash. Fuck, why not add a cherry on top with some political whipped creams.
Should I ramble off the same bullshit?
Should I tell and speak of the “great strains” created by the same crew that brought you subway tokens at $0.30 per $1.00?
You believe, that is what you are smoking?
You want to see legit?
Walk in the door.
Look into their eyes, and speak.
Like a human.
Like an advocate for the rights, and not an emblem painted on the opposite side of your right, it’s just a cage of bones.
Shame too many forget how frail bones are.
Doubt me, Dont.
(*fuck you, not a typo)
Political intervention, lemmings to the slaughterhouse;
fixations and gestations upon the malfeasance warranted upon the papyrus provided for by trucks that gobble precious ashvalt, fucking the curbs with the rancid exhaust of the whore’s breakfast you wish upon the medium double-double prick that left the hybrid running.
My high is bred too.
With time, trust and eyes wide shut.
Of course legislation is made of rocks and wool, shards of cinder and syphons but organix.
Can words harm, hurt?
Maybe, but what do I know.
I am just a simple piece of cheese, with daydreams and daffodils considered a sea of brinesanity and a jar full of something.
Fatigue is for those that do not care to take the time.
Sit back.
Open the smallest of best wishes, and share.
Ontario Seed Bank does, and is, relief.
I have NEVER had a SINGLE friend, associate, peer, family member, or ANYONE, in well over 25+ years of big wheels, and big plans worth of time, ever speak ill of this shop.
And when the day comes, I want to make sure part of my final views include a hymn for the brothers and sisters that have lived, and those that shall follow, as I look at the wonderful tractor in the front window and smile, a cold, dead smile - but one which had me speak no ill will of those that have made it all possible.
Not paid for in an ad, or a domain name.
Paid for in time.
Paid for in real, delicious beer.
Beer, buds and beaver I would put up against anyone.
Anyone, anytime, any which way but we lose.
We can’t.
Or is that an eye?
*CLIFF NOTES:
· Ontario Seed Bank is Canadian
· They are fucking amazing, and know their shit
· Fuck pot politics
· If you get 1/10 going off - it ain’t the seeds buttercup, it is the strap on your wife your married to insists equals the playing field
· You order online, and believe - I want to shake the hand of the people I deal with
· Hide in obscurity, your words mean shit
· Ontario Seed Bank DPK, and Jean Guy - off the hook, period
· Remember real old school, pre-98...how about pre-88 updated? XXX 420. Shit is a creativity, euphoric super bomb I would put up against it’s modern/blended offspring - respect
· Go into a smoke pit, get offended there are no brie and cucumber sammiches it ain’t my fault, fuck off
· I will more than happily, meet anyone interested at OSB - but you provide the reason, incentive or need...
· Misinformation is a currency in the advertising media, but make sure you find the “Top (YOUR PRODUCT HERE FOR XX.YY EURO) Seed Company*” recommended by The Federal Reserves, Taxenshtein & Zeus, LLP.
*NOTE: Company is a very elaborate and confusing word, with a great global economy like this, a company could have a domain name, hide behind it, so they could “point” people towards a web of bullshit, and the offshore enterprises could still hold a registered address in the sphincter of a stretch of highway deep in the N.W.T, you know, like a town called Urinelaser, but fem seed hunters shall taste no victory or defeat in the Arena, unless they follow the Roosevelt F. U. Fingerbang technique, and only then, as real people - will you see tradition passed by, for the sake of hip, happening and trendy capris.
· Stop being a bureaucratic douche fluid chugger, and go natural
· Anarchy is not rancid, nor passive but does reek, OG to Bishop-4
Fuck Cliff, he rambles Notes;
1. Grow it, qualify/quantify it empirically, show it - then let’s smoke it
2. Fuck the plurality, it ain't freedom if first past the post pays a toll defined in coins
3. *abide*