Confessions Of A Career Criminal
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FrostyNugz420
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When is your Autobiography/Grow guide hitting the shelves Guru?
I'll be first in line that day!
I'll be first in line that day!
A sincere thanks for allthe kind words, but as for a book--
To fill up a book I would have to post so much info that it wouldn't be all that hard for leo's to figure out who I am and where I live.
Although all the crimes I committed are past the statue of limitations and my grows now are 100% legal (as far as the state of Calif. is concerned) BUT I don't need extra attention.
Plus I'm lazy. However if your an attractive young lady with large breasts and willing to take dictation, feel free to PM me
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To fill up a book I would have to post so much info that it wouldn't be all that hard for leo's to figure out who I am and where I live.
Although all the crimes I committed are past the statue of limitations and my grows now are 100% legal (as far as the state of Calif. is concerned) BUT I don't need extra attention.
Plus I'm lazy. However if your an attractive young lady with large breasts and willing to take dictation, feel free to PM me
.Kharma Strikes Again.
My friend and I once grew alongside a stream in a remote side canyon that hadn't been traveled for at least 3 years.
We had 3 7' tall Mowie Wowie plants ready and we went out to harvest and found someone had ripped us off.
They cut off all the branches. 8 months of careful care, 2x/week visits which cost us lots of gas and 3 hours r/t hard hiking to water, and the rippers didn't even leave us a joint. We did some looking around and found a pile of mostly junk and a primitive campsite a few hundred yards further downstream.
It hurt more than just not having pot to smoke. Some of that pot was gonna go towards putting a new roof on my dad's house, and buy my neice who had gone off to college a car.
To make it an even more miserable trip, we found our tent, stashed in the bush's a few miles away, where we camped, had been stolen.
Fast forward 4 months...
Me and Paul are camped out (with a spare piece-of-**** tent) when 2 guys in a pick-up come down the road.
They walk over and I ask "how did you guys get in past the locked gate?" and they said they had filed a gold claim and had aquired the key for access to their claim.
Me and my buddy sat quitely and listened as they bragged about their explots, which included finding and stealing 3 pot plants they found in a side canyon they had made a primitive camp near.
They left a few hours later.
My friend and I discussed doing something (now that we had the license plate #). My friend wanted to "**** them up" but I told him "let kharma take care of 'em".
Fast forward 2 weeks...
Me and Paul hike in and find the pick-up there with a flat tire and those 2 guys not around. We spent the night and when I got back I called my boss at the Forest Service to report an abandoned vehicle. It turns out the Forest Service found out those guys had warrants and arrested them. My boss said they would get someone to haul the truck out in a week or so.
We went back out the next day and checked out the truck. There was a generator, a dredge, shovels, fishing & camping equip., etc. And guess what else we found?
Our tent.
In the back of their truck.
Now, I'm not into taking stuff that doesn't belong to me. However I have nothing against TELLING someone about something, so when we got back (my friend took a pair of binocs) I called up friends and told them about the abandoned vehicle full of goodies.
I later talked to the Forest Service and they said the truck had been cleaned out by the time they got around to removing it.
My friend and I once grew alongside a stream in a remote side canyon that hadn't been traveled for at least 3 years.
We had 3 7' tall Mowie Wowie plants ready and we went out to harvest and found someone had ripped us off.
They cut off all the branches. 8 months of careful care, 2x/week visits which cost us lots of gas and 3 hours r/t hard hiking to water, and the rippers didn't even leave us a joint. We did some looking around and found a pile of mostly junk and a primitive campsite a few hundred yards further downstream.
It hurt more than just not having pot to smoke. Some of that pot was gonna go towards putting a new roof on my dad's house, and buy my neice who had gone off to college a car.
To make it an even more miserable trip, we found our tent, stashed in the bush's a few miles away, where we camped, had been stolen.
Fast forward 4 months...
Me and Paul are camped out (with a spare piece-of-**** tent) when 2 guys in a pick-up come down the road.
They walk over and I ask "how did you guys get in past the locked gate?" and they said they had filed a gold claim and had aquired the key for access to their claim.
Me and my buddy sat quitely and listened as they bragged about their explots, which included finding and stealing 3 pot plants they found in a side canyon they had made a primitive camp near.
They left a few hours later.
My friend and I discussed doing something (now that we had the license plate #). My friend wanted to "**** them up" but I told him "let kharma take care of 'em".
Fast forward 2 weeks...
Me and Paul hike in and find the pick-up there with a flat tire and those 2 guys not around. We spent the night and when I got back I called my boss at the Forest Service to report an abandoned vehicle. It turns out the Forest Service found out those guys had warrants and arrested them. My boss said they would get someone to haul the truck out in a week or so.
We went back out the next day and checked out the truck. There was a generator, a dredge, shovels, fishing & camping equip., etc. And guess what else we found?
Our tent.
In the back of their truck.
Now, I'm not into taking stuff that doesn't belong to me. However I have nothing against TELLING someone about something, so when we got back (my friend took a pair of binocs) I called up friends and told them about the abandoned vehicle full of goodies.
I later talked to the Forest Service and they said the truck had been cleaned out by the time they got around to removing it.
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well im not either one of those things but i will gladly find someone who is if thats what it takesPlus I'm lazy. However if your an attractive young lady with large breasts and willing to take dictation, feel free to PM me
Everyone knows Ramen.
Compact, cheap and tasty, it's ideal for backpacking. And since backpacking and gureilla growing go hand-in-hand, I've eaten my share.
One Mem. Day weekend I was solo backpacking in the Sespe Gorge outside of L.A.
I met and ended up camping near 4 college freshmen.
They were beginning vegatarians. They had all brought food and it turned out the ONLY thing they brought was Ramen.
Vegatable flavored Ramen, that's all they had.
Breakfast lunch and dinner, Ramen Ramen Ramen.
I had planned to go hiking with a friend, but at the last minute his wife threw a tantrum and he cancelled, so I had extra food in my pack.
I had rice, beans, and crackers, all permitted for vegans.
But I also had a can of chicken, a can of tuna, and beef jerky.
The 3rd night I noticed how they looked longingly at my goods. I wasn't planning to bring back the extra food, so I offered it to them.
Well they forgot all about the vegatarian diet and scarfed everything I had that contained meat.
That trip was notable for another reason:
A guy and his g/f hiked in with their 2 big dogs.
The trail was 8 miles each way, through rolling hills and then a STEEP descent into the Gorge. The trail was very rocky.
When they got into the Gorge they noticed that the sharp rocks on the trail had cut their dogs feet up.
There was no way the dogs could walk out.
So the guy and the girl emptied their packs of lanterns sleeping bags, tent, cooking gear--everything--put a dog in each pack (the dogs weighed between 60--80 lbs each) and headed up that killer trail, difficult even if you weren't carrying a pack at all.
After the ascent they had to stop and rest for the night before continuing the remaining 5 miles. A passing hiker donated his $200.00 leather jacket and they cut it up and sewed padded booties for the dogs. The next morning the girl continued back to the trailhead with the dogs, the guy hiked back into the gorge with the empty packs, filled them up and hiked out wearing one and carrying the other.
Compact, cheap and tasty, it's ideal for backpacking. And since backpacking and gureilla growing go hand-in-hand, I've eaten my share.
One Mem. Day weekend I was solo backpacking in the Sespe Gorge outside of L.A.
I met and ended up camping near 4 college freshmen.
They were beginning vegatarians. They had all brought food and it turned out the ONLY thing they brought was Ramen.
Vegatable flavored Ramen, that's all they had.
Breakfast lunch and dinner, Ramen Ramen Ramen.
I had planned to go hiking with a friend, but at the last minute his wife threw a tantrum and he cancelled, so I had extra food in my pack.
I had rice, beans, and crackers, all permitted for vegans.
But I also had a can of chicken, a can of tuna, and beef jerky.
The 3rd night I noticed how they looked longingly at my goods. I wasn't planning to bring back the extra food, so I offered it to them.
Well they forgot all about the vegatarian diet and scarfed everything I had that contained meat.
That trip was notable for another reason:
A guy and his g/f hiked in with their 2 big dogs.
The trail was 8 miles each way, through rolling hills and then a STEEP descent into the Gorge. The trail was very rocky.
When they got into the Gorge they noticed that the sharp rocks on the trail had cut their dogs feet up.
There was no way the dogs could walk out.
So the guy and the girl emptied their packs of lanterns sleeping bags, tent, cooking gear--everything--put a dog in each pack (the dogs weighed between 60--80 lbs each) and headed up that killer trail, difficult even if you weren't carrying a pack at all.
After the ascent they had to stop and rest for the night before continuing the remaining 5 miles. A passing hiker donated his $200.00 leather jacket and they cut it up and sewed padded booties for the dogs. The next morning the girl continued back to the trailhead with the dogs, the guy hiked back into the gorge with the empty packs, filled them up and hiked out wearing one and carrying the other.
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Themanwithnoname
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mmmmmmmmm I think im going to eat some ramen right now...
This happened about 20 years ago:
While visiting a girl--Sherry I had recently met, I noticed a pot plant in the back yard, in a planter, about 4" tall. Sherry said it was her roommate Deena's plant.
Well it just so happened that I had two pot plants at home, one 7"tall, one 10" tall, in the exact same kind of containers.
So I enlisted Sherry's help to play a harmless practical joke on Deena.
I had Sherry ask Deena if she'd like to try this amazing plant nutrient I had, which produced giant pot plants and had been given to me by an Indian shaman.
She said sure and I brought over a small container of plain old chicken **** and told Deena that this was the magic potion that produce phenominal growth.
She used it that night, and the next day while Deena was at work, I switched her 4" plant with my 7" one.
I went back over later and Deena went on and on about how much her plant grew overnight. I told her I was just about out myself, and I had to pick up some from the shaman the next day or so.
There was only enough for one more dose so I told Deena to use it again the next night.
She did, and while she was at work again I switched the 7" plant with the 10" one.
Deena was so jazzed--until I went back over and told her I was having a hard time locating the shaman.
The next day I told her that the shaman had died and there would be no more magic nutrient.
2 days later I went over and switched the tallest one for the medium one, and 2 days after that I replaced it with her original small plant.
No harm no foul, but Sherry and I had a good laugh over it.
And as far as I know Deena never caught on to what had actually happened.
While visiting a girl--Sherry I had recently met, I noticed a pot plant in the back yard, in a planter, about 4" tall. Sherry said it was her roommate Deena's plant.
Well it just so happened that I had two pot plants at home, one 7"tall, one 10" tall, in the exact same kind of containers.
So I enlisted Sherry's help to play a harmless practical joke on Deena.
I had Sherry ask Deena if she'd like to try this amazing plant nutrient I had, which produced giant pot plants and had been given to me by an Indian shaman.
She said sure and I brought over a small container of plain old chicken **** and told Deena that this was the magic potion that produce phenominal growth.
She used it that night, and the next day while Deena was at work, I switched her 4" plant with my 7" one.
I went back over later and Deena went on and on about how much her plant grew overnight. I told her I was just about out myself, and I had to pick up some from the shaman the next day or so.
There was only enough for one more dose so I told Deena to use it again the next night.
She did, and while she was at work again I switched the 7" plant with the 10" one.
Deena was so jazzed--until I went back over and told her I was having a hard time locating the shaman.
The next day I told her that the shaman had died and there would be no more magic nutrient.
2 days later I went over and switched the tallest one for the medium one, and 2 days after that I replaced it with her original small plant.
No harm no foul, but Sherry and I had a good laugh over it.
And as far as I know Deena never caught on to what had actually happened.
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That's a funny story GG. I was laughing my eyes out here behind my computer.
I was laughing my eyes out here behind my computer.
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Themanwithnoname
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where can i get some "chicken ****"
hahaha
hahaha
Me and a friend were driving around in the mountains early 1 morning and stop at a picnic area to use the outhouse.
The picnic area is also a trailhead, and there was an area next to a canyon wall where people who were going to hike would park their cars.
So I'm sitting in my van waiting for my friend to use the restroom when I notice something.
One of those cars had the windshield busted out, with a large rock sitting right next to the car.
I quickly scoped out the sitch--a rock (about 2 x the size of a basketball) had become dislodged during the night, came tumbling down the canyon wall and just happened, as bad luck would have it, to hit the windshield of the car, and the hiker was gonna have an unpleasent surprize when he got back from his hike.
Immediently I got an idea.
Now, there was nothing I could do to rectify the situation. The damage had already been done.
But that's no reason why I couldn't have a little fun, right?
So, after checking that there was no one else around, I wrote a note, left it under the one remaining windshield wiper, and went home.
The note?
It read "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR FLIPPING ME OFF ON THE FREEWAY *******."
I know I need help.
The picnic area is also a trailhead, and there was an area next to a canyon wall where people who were going to hike would park their cars.
So I'm sitting in my van waiting for my friend to use the restroom when I notice something.
One of those cars had the windshield busted out, with a large rock sitting right next to the car.
I quickly scoped out the sitch--a rock (about 2 x the size of a basketball) had become dislodged during the night, came tumbling down the canyon wall and just happened, as bad luck would have it, to hit the windshield of the car, and the hiker was gonna have an unpleasent surprize when he got back from his hike.
Immediently I got an idea.
Now, there was nothing I could do to rectify the situation. The damage had already been done.
But that's no reason why I couldn't have a little fun, right?
So, after checking that there was no one else around, I wrote a note, left it under the one remaining windshield wiper, and went home.
The note?
It read "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR FLIPPING ME OFF ON THE FREEWAY *******."
I know I need help.
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I loved the story too. The lengths one man will go for all that weed is inspiring. It brought a tear to my eye(just kidding). Anyway I loved it just thought I would let you know.
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:bump: Anyone who hasn't read these stories really should. You will laugh and cry lol.
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I have read these before several months ago, what got me is I would click on the members names who posted a reply and see when they were last active, most have been inactive for over 2 years, why the sudden departure? what are they doing? where are they now? are they still growing? etc, totally vanished into a sea of blurred memories and long forgotten words left on a site.
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You have been here a long time Mutt, you remember old names, when you first started here was it a more boistrous site? is it calmer now?
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i recognized a few of those who posted but very few, got halfway thu it and was wondering about all the comenters, who the heck were they? one of the last posts was MP, agree with him i do. I also agree with GangaGuru *Mountains, computer, and Free porn, lol, could life get any better? Great Thread Hippy, thank you.
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