AssDan
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So I'm growing some plants that are looking nice about a month into flower, and I haven't gotten a good high since August. I am just jonesin to cut a flower off and smoke it, but I would hate myself even more than I already do for harvesting prematurely out of desperation. I noticed that some of the fan leaves were turning slightly yellow. I decided that it would be a good idea to pull some leaves off to smoke them and get high. It seemed like a great idea. No one else was home and I didn't have any obligations at that moment.
It took about half an hour to smoke about 8 wet leaves out of my gravity bong. It's a greuling exercise of persistence and willpower to smoke enough fresh leaves to get even a meager high. I feel like I was spoiled by putting a single flower in my gravity and drawing a strong smoke and getting high off two hits. I realized that smoking leaves is on par with smoking resin as a delivery method for THC into my body.
I realized in the moment that I have some beautiful looking flowers that I have invested a good amount of time and money into but nothing good to smoke them in. I only have a gravity made from a 2 liter. My piece is a socket in a bottle cap. I need an upgrade.
At this point I had to fix the brakes on one of my cars. Sounds simple right? Not so for me. I live in town, don't have a driveway and my house is on a hill. This means that I used my high loading up this car with a floor jack and tools, driving two blocks to a flat parking lot, and fixing my brakes in a dark drizzle. It's like the exact opposite of a NASCAR pit stop. No power tools, no one else to help, no lights except my smartphone, and nothing to really make the repair easier.
I got the brake pads from the parts store. The inside of the box smelled like someone used the brake pads to clean their dick off after a group orgy.
I realized shortly into the repair that I have an expensive smartphone that I am using for a flashlight and music doing a dirty auto repair. It felt like I was bringing a princess to a sewage treatment plant. I felt my phone was so out of place sitting in my toolbox on an old, dirty receipt next to dead flies. I also felt like this phone has so many functions that it had to be next to me and be used. What other tool can fit into your pocket and be used as a flashlight, music player, reference, calculator, compass, and porn viewer? I wouldn't have believed that a device like this would be made in my lifetime if you told me this in 1995. I would have hated myself if I broke it last night.
Even through all this, I felt good, fulfilled and happy that I was productive while high. The pot did not impair my ability to successfully perform the repair. I love to get things done while high.
If you read all this, you probably feel like you've wasted your time. You're probably right. Sorry for providing little useful insight. I hope you were entertained.
It took about half an hour to smoke about 8 wet leaves out of my gravity bong. It's a greuling exercise of persistence and willpower to smoke enough fresh leaves to get even a meager high. I feel like I was spoiled by putting a single flower in my gravity and drawing a strong smoke and getting high off two hits. I realized that smoking leaves is on par with smoking resin as a delivery method for THC into my body.
I realized in the moment that I have some beautiful looking flowers that I have invested a good amount of time and money into but nothing good to smoke them in. I only have a gravity made from a 2 liter. My piece is a socket in a bottle cap. I need an upgrade.
At this point I had to fix the brakes on one of my cars. Sounds simple right? Not so for me. I live in town, don't have a driveway and my house is on a hill. This means that I used my high loading up this car with a floor jack and tools, driving two blocks to a flat parking lot, and fixing my brakes in a dark drizzle. It's like the exact opposite of a NASCAR pit stop. No power tools, no one else to help, no lights except my smartphone, and nothing to really make the repair easier.
I got the brake pads from the parts store. The inside of the box smelled like someone used the brake pads to clean their dick off after a group orgy.
I realized shortly into the repair that I have an expensive smartphone that I am using for a flashlight and music doing a dirty auto repair. It felt like I was bringing a princess to a sewage treatment plant. I felt my phone was so out of place sitting in my toolbox on an old, dirty receipt next to dead flies. I also felt like this phone has so many functions that it had to be next to me and be used. What other tool can fit into your pocket and be used as a flashlight, music player, reference, calculator, compass, and porn viewer? I wouldn't have believed that a device like this would be made in my lifetime if you told me this in 1995. I would have hated myself if I broke it last night.
Even through all this, I felt good, fulfilled and happy that I was productive while high. The pot did not impair my ability to successfully perform the repair. I love to get things done while high.
If you read all this, you probably feel like you've wasted your time. You're probably right. Sorry for providing little useful insight. I hope you were entertained.
