Island Of Misfits

[jagwire2010]

Good morning, insomniac Misfits. Had another late dinner - baked fish fillets and macaroni/cheese. Got a fresh bowl of buds loaded up and ready to smoke

 

[jagwire2010]

Remembering when I was a teenager, and I had a paper route that I inherited from my brother when he started working a real job. I would always take a joint with me, and half way through the route I would slip into a clump of woods to smoke it.

My last stop of the day was at this old farmer's house, who everyone called Paw Paw. He kept ice cold bottles of Mt. Dew in his fridge, and he would tell me to get one and sit for a bit to visit.

We would talk for about 10 minutes, and then he always said, "There's a Hershey's bar and a dollar bill for you in the top drawer of the dresser. Why don't you grab 'em before you go." I thanked him and on my way out the door, he would say, "Thanks for the nice visit, you're a good kid."

 

[jagwire2010]

My baby is fast asleep, so I am sitting in my favorite chair smoking a bowl. Waiting for the lights to come on in the garden. The Gabagoo Purple Autoflowers are coming along nicely, and I need to get some soil worked up for the Princess Haze x Cap Junky beans that I am popping. They are feminized, so I plan on taking cuttings from them for the cloning chamber that I just got the other day.

 

[Tattered Old Graywolf]

Good morning brothers and sisters!

My pot of 15 bean soup turned out marvelous. The mixture of beans gives it more of a 3D flavor than my usual three bean soup.

A good time at Hubers last night with Grayfox and our chef friend, stuffing our faces and catching up on exciting tales of daring do.

Nothing on the calendar for today, but tomorrow we finally get to take the Ford EV in to find out why it will no longer take a full charge, which I suspect is the battery.

 

[jagwire2010]

Drinking a fresh cup of coffee and smoking a bowl - wake and bake, lol. Waiting for my brother to get up so we can have our early morning W & B session. He will have to play catch-up, though

 

[WeedHopper]

 

[jagwire2010]

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The same generation that took acid to escape reality, now take antacids to deal with it

 

[jagwire2010]

New word for man-b.oobs: Chesticles

 

[WeedHopper]

I don't have man ****s. My chest is just sagging a little.

 

[Hippie420]

Good morning, Misfits. Taking me a few extra minutes to get my frog in the race this morning. More rain on the way. I'd be *** deep if it turned into the "S" word.

Jag, can you show me on the doll where that old farmer touched you?

 

[RosterMan]

Good morning, Misfits. Taking me a few extra minutes to get my frog in the race this morning. More rain on the way. I'd be *** deep if it turned into the "S" word.

Jag, can you show me on the doll where that old farmer touched you?

The same thought crossed my mind
Young man climb up here on ole Paw Paws lap and hold on to the rail for a ride.

 

[Hippie420]

I had an old Polish farmer on my paper route. Mean old bugger at first, and then when he saw he couldn't scare me off, he became a friend. Had many a conversation with the old boy. He was a vast warehouse of knowledge.

 

[RosterMan]

I had an old Polish farmer on my paper route. Mean old bugger at first, and then when he saw he couldn't scare me off, he became a friend. Had many a conversation with the old boy. He was a vast warehouse of knowledge.

It seems you have that effect on crotchy Old *******s Huh?

 

[RosterMan]

 

[RosterMan]

 

[RosterMan]

there was a old woman on my lawn route when I was 12, she paid me an extra dollar to help her wash in the bathtub when I was finished cutting her lawn. A dollar could buy a lot back then. Save enough to buy my 1st rider mower that way,.

 

[RosterMan]

When I say Old I mean she was in her 30's and smoking hot.
She was ecstatic about my small hands and what I could do to reach the hard places.

 

[Tattered Old Graywolf]

For you Rosterman!

 

[Hippie420]

Yeah, I remember when I was young enough that "old" was 30.

 

[BuzzeyeBill]

Remembering when I was a teenager, and I had a paper route that I inherited from my brother when he started working a real job. I would always take a joint with me, and half way through the route I would slip into a clump of woods to smoke it.

My last stop of the day was at this old farmer's house, who everyone called Paw Paw. He kept ice cold bottles of Mt. Dew in his fridge, and he would tell me to get one and sit for a bit to visit.

We would talk for about 10 minutes, and then he always said, "There's a Hershey's bar and a dollar bill for you in the top drawer of the dresser. Why don't you grab 'em before you go." I thanked him and on my way out the door, he would say, "Thanks for the nice visit, you're a good kid."

On my paper route I had back door privileges at more than half of my 60 some houses. With help yourself customers. The good old days of never closing your windows or locking your doors.