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[Mate]

Losing your weed will you are hight complety ruins your high.

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Fuck guys, it's not funny, i fuckin paid 50 bucks for it, god... HEY GUYS, STOP LAUGHING AND HELP ME GETTING BACK MY WEED.

[WeedGuru_Flow]

Woho, just got back from Roosendaal (Holland)

€100 (30grams) K2 weed = 127.805 USD
€40(10grams) K2 (for my bro) = 51.1218 USD
€20 (4grams) White widow = 25.5634 USD

€30 (6grams) Afghan hash = 38.3451 USD
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€190 = 242.852 USD

and that was just me, my friends each brought about is much, maybe a little less ^^

Pukkelpop, here we come (festival,starts thursday,we're setting up our tents there tomorrow)

[weedguru_animal]

€20 (4grams) White widow = 25.5634 USD I must try the widow again sometime soon......

[AbbyRoad]

i lost 4 grams of this nice bud once and i was so pissed off. it was the stash for this party my friend was having the next day. i didnt have enough money to buy any more weed and no one else brought any to the party. i think my parents may have taken it.

[Baybee]

Thats balls. I've never miss placed my weed. I've lost it to the cops.. once. But its never just gone missing. I'd be pissed.

[Jay212]

I'm so pissed right now... I just came back from a thursday night party that was completely unplanned. I ended up leaving my house at 8:00pm yesterday to meet up with a couple people before going, then we got to the party at 10. We smoked a bunch of blunts, some people took e, some people took shrooms, but I was only smoking weed because I was planning on catching the earliest bus to go home because I had fucking work in the morning. So, I stayed up ALL night, with the occasional 5 minute naps because I was so fucking ready to pass out, but couldn't because I had work. So, me and 4 other people leave the place at 4:00am and end up having to wait about 45 minutes for our bus, then when I get off that first bus, I have to wait another complete fucking hour, by myself, for my second bus to bring me to my house. Well guess fucking what, I missed my ride into work because the earliest bus didn't even get me home on time and now I'm going to be fired for fuckin sure. My body hurts and I feel pretty shitty about it being a thursday and shit, but it was a nice night still.

[jonny cockeral]

blame it on the bus

[AbbyRoad]

i have the same problems with buses.

[4*20]

damn i love my car lolol srry but shit i used to have the same problem all the time ;/

[Jay212]

its not the buses or anything that pissed me off really. It's that I stayed up until 4 in the morning to go home(when i didn't even want to) and ended up missing the fucking ride to work anyways. The buses are fucking dicks still, though.

[weedguru_animal]

I was so eager to flee the building, in my final hour of employment as a pencil pushing volatile clone, that I rushed out the office like a big city lawyer startled from his intimate relations with a client, by his wife. So, with a hop, skip, side step, and jump, I found my way onto the tram which was heading vaguely towards the house of my florist. We shared a bong hit or five and enjoyed lively conversation about flying, writing and the older James Bond films. A thoroughly decent florist; often in possession of highly potent wares, and always maintaining an amiable demeanour. Upon leaving the house and running for the tram, I realized that I had mislaid my flat keys...First step was to retrace my steps back to the friendly flower store, and though I didn't find the keys, I was happy to briefly make the acquaintance of a young woman who reminded me, lustfully, of a girl from my past. Of course, I suddenly found myself speaking like an true (stoned) English Gent..hahahahah. That was instinct. Anyway, I stripped off enough to determine the sharp metal keys weren't in some way trapped on my person, then bid the florist and his interesting guest, a pleasant evening...The next step was to head back towards Work. But when I got there I was unable to enter through the security door because the fuckers had taken my pass before I had left only 90 minutes before. After a few bouts of woefully staggered intercom chitchat with the security guards-one of whom(a latin rat who seemed to like something about me, perhaps my rugged attire) recognized my dazed, pale, sweaty face- and I was granted entry then escorted by two guards up to the 16th floor, where I entered-still under supervision- to grab my keys from the desk and say a quick second round of hollow goodbyes to the worms working feberishly on their desktops, then turned and retreated back into the lift with my minders. The quarter of bud I had purchased at my florists stank. I could smell it and so I assume the security guards could smell it also. Still, none of their business really.

I hoped that was the end of the irritable stage of my evening but I was wrong. The next tram I leaped onto, ended up breaking down a few km from home, but a replacement did arrive within a handful of minutes...Got home, made a cup of tetleys, chomped a 1000mg vitamin C sweet, then sat down to roll a well earned J...Then I realized that my lady, in her own rush to flee, had picked up my pouch of baccy...I was livid...But to solve the problem I rolled one pure. It didn't burn very uniformly but it got me stupidly high. The trip I made to the 7/11 shop, to purchase baccy, appeared fraught with dangers. I walk over a field which is full of unholy shadows at night. Perhaps the skunk just made me more aware of every single noise; the rustle of leaves as a possum jumps branch to branch, a flap of wings, a drunken giggle, the wretched sound of a tree limb being pulled from it's body...that last one made me jump out of my skin..When i am stoned and walking amongst the nightlife partypeople, if i catch eye contact with people, I am often physcially moved e.g. i stumble...I am sure this is because I see more inside them, if the eyes meet, than I see when I am straight.

No more office slave labour.

I have four days to prepare my affairs. Then I will depart this country and make my way, obliquely, back to the F UK. Where my future path remains swamplike...

[Baybee]

Wow, possibly the most akward I've ever felt...

So I'm out side, and this kid comes up to me on his bike "Nice house" I'm like "..Thanks" anyways, this kid wasent shy, just sits down right next to me and starts talkin, talks about camp, school, how drugs are bad (I'm streight up cooked haha) (Yeah, I said streight up) He tells me hes 13, so I tell him I'm 19..
Hes like "...Your beautful" I was like "aww, thanks..." Hes like "Ya, I like girls" pauses "They're hot" I was like "..Awsome.." Then he starts talking about this and that.. Then I'm like "Wow, your not a shy little guy are you? When I was your age I would of never been able to approach a stranger and strike up a conversation." Hes like "Well, theres a question I want to ask you, but I don' know how you'll react." What the fuck? I was stunned! I started laughing, I thought it was hilarious.. then hes like "Are you excited? You keep laughing" Fuck, what did I do? I'm so stoned..
I was like "No! I'm just a 'laughy' person.." long akward pause "I've gotta go in... and... uh, do the dishes..." Hes like "Ok, you gunna be out later?" Me, "Uh, no... But I've gotta go.. dishes"

Wow, what the hell was I suposed to say? So Akward...

[Gorecore]

Wow, possibly the most akward I've ever felt...

Hes like "Well, theres a question I want to ask you, but I don' know how you'll react."

If I remember my thought processes when I was that age, I would have asked something like, "Can I feel your boobs?"

Ahhh, pretty soon I'll be the old man on the park bench asking hot 40 year old women if I can snuggle their mamms for a half hour.

[Gorecore]

I really liked your description of what you were feeling and seeing as you walked baked through that field, Animal. You gave it the feeling of being there in that space in time.

I was walking home early one morning, tired after a long shift at work. I had a half-burned (but fat) joint in my cig tin and thought it would be a great day to smoke.

Circling the store I work, I encountered the top of a wall facing the morning traffic rush. To me, that was as good as any a place to puff my little bit of dank and reflect on the past evening, and future days. I sat and laughed a bit to myself as I watched the morning people struggling to get to their office, wal-mart, mcdonald's, tim hortons coffee...it's just so crazy sometimes to be high and watch the world around you. And knowing that you have the rest of the day to yourself makes that early morning toke a new favorite of mine.

Another point of clarity I remember well during that trip was the woods-like path connecting two of the main roads I travel. The walk along that path at that time of day means the sun is just above your direct field of vision. Luckily, I always remember to have my trusty sunglasses. While strolling that root and rock carpeted path, I looked ahead at the path in front of me. Clusters of wild fern, goldenrod, and long grass, all still glistening from the night dew, were lit up like a shimmering field of hot white light with green and yellow prisms dancing within the leaves.

And I remember everything being so vivid and clear looking. Even at that time of day when normally my eyes are blurred from lack of, or the craving of sleep.

[weedguru_animal]

'Clusters of wild fern, goldenrod, and long grass, all still glistening from the night dew, were lit up like a shimmering field of hot white light with green and yellow prisms dancing within the leaves'

I enjoyed that line immensely ,Mr Gore, and must encourage you to add more of your descriptive writing the forums, specifically the literal lines forum; which has turned decidedly stagnant, save an odd news report, and several book reviews.

You obviously have some interest or pleasure in the Way of The Word, though I seem to remember a rhinestone cowboy telling me that you write lyrics....???Anyway, what authors do you like???