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Morning folks! I hope the Island can stay drama free. NM, ice hash is the only way I do it. I like my bubble bags. I also like the fact that I don't have to trim the weed or cure it first. I do cut off the top colas and trim and cure those, but the older I get, the more hash I make!;)

It was supposed to be a three hour tour.....a three hour tour......:cool:

Good morning, boys. Pute, back years ago when everyone was putting their money in gold, I was buying guns & ammo. My investments have gone up better. Besides, if SHTF, you'd trade me all the gold you've got for one rifle and a thousand rounds to fit it, but I won't want your gold. It's too hard...

Well, the house is gone. A young couple bought it. She said she was 28, but her husband looked 15. Cute little fella, but way too young looking. I hope the house will be a good one for them. Now, I've got a wad of money and the itch to buy a new toy. I've had my eyes on a certain little car for...

A grand, glorious, and sunny good morning to you all. I went outside to feed my feathered friends and noticed a hint of fall in the air. Either that, or I'm just freaking out over a 60 degree morning compared to the 90 degree days. I guess there's no sense in worrying about it. Winter will get...

It dawned on me how to store pollen for a long time. Just put it in the freezer. I pressed a bunch of bubble hash five years ago. That particular crop had been surrounded with a patch of ragweed. I just fired up a bowl of the hash and darn near sneezed myself silly!

Ghost peppers on a boyfriend's moustache will do the same. Don't ask me how I know.

Good morning, brothers & sisters. I accomplished my mission yesterday, so now I get to pay for it today. They just don't make tractors for comfort. I'm seriously thinking about buying one of those gang mowers to drag behind the big Jeep. It's got air. :)

Huh?

Good afternoon, boys and girls. Finally got a great day going. Not too hot, not too cold. I guess my fanny is going to be stuck to a tractor seat, mowing the back field that I've been putting off. No rest for the wicked.

I cracked three ribs once when I got ran over by my own dirt bike. It happened around hay fever season. I don't guess I need to tell you how much fun that was.

Good Lord! Mr. Bubble's wearing a badge now? They must be putting them in Cracker Jacks boxes now! :)

I grew some a few years back that had the same colors. They were tall and absolutely beautiful. I used the seeds (the ones the birds didn't get) to grow them for a few years after, but each year they got smaller and smaller. Weird.

I think I had it shortly after Thanksgiving. It didn't really feel like the flu. I had no stomach upset, just a dry, hacking cough, body aches, and a fever. It put me down for three days in bed, but a week or so later, I was back to my old self. I just thought it was the meanest cold I'd had in...

I wonder how they'll know? Tattoos on your forehead? Micro chips in your hand? This stinks on more than one level.

Morning, boys. She's a hot one out there already. Got storms coming in that might cool things off a bit. I see on the idiot box that they might have a vaccine for the grip. I wonder if they'll make it mandatory? If so, I'll just be an outlaw once again. I've never had a flu shot in my life and...

Pute, can't you post those pics in a Scratch & Sniff format?

Try and let it go, Mr. Bubble. The comment is gone, she's gone, and the world is a better place today. Side note: I used to bathe with you when I was a kid. :)

So, that's what guy's are calling it now?

Rose would have left it.