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thanks Pute , Oldster….a huge low pressure system hit us yesterday and triggered a boomer migraine

had to take some opiates to get it under control and I have not had to do that for months and months…

I ampretty numb this morning but was finally able to smoke a hooter , which I cannot do while under the migraine…smoking herb with a migraine does not help me , actually makes things a little worse

but yeah , 4 cups of jamaican coffee , an English muffin with butter and honey , washed down with some kush and I am ready to go feed the chickens and cats!
 
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Hope you are better today! I'm not sick but It feels like I drank a bottle of liquid Drano.
That's how you can tell it's good Mexican food. All the good restaurants around here have tamed it down for Whetoes.
 
Wow that’s a lot for a stoner first thing in the morning Walt. Does this have anything to do with my posts? I’m sure posts from this site may drive a mind like yours a bit crazy…
I oughta become famous. I have a method to get as high as Andromeda's boobies on weed 1/2 the size of a lima bean.

It requires those straight glass thingies (I put a mesh in them). Put about 3/4 of the burny end full of weed. Light/hit, and exhale into the Volcano bag (or equivalent).

The weed in the glass thingy goes out immediately... but you get an extra tiny hit from clearing it. Exhale this into the bag also.

Wait a while, no smoke is going anywhere. Take your time.

Light the glass thingy again/hit. Exhale into the Volcano bag, etc.

Wait a few minutes, poke the coals with your sushi stick to see if any solids left. If so, take a last, harsh hit, exhale into yadayada.

Clean up your glassy thing with alcohol-dampened gun cleaning patches and a looong thin screwdriver.

OHH-kay. Here is what caused the above: Herself pointed out to me that there was less than half a tank of gas in the Toyota. So I had her pull the car around to the Little House where I store stuff (gas), and I lugged out a "normal" red plastic gas can and lifted it up to get it pouring.

There was no vent on this "safety approved" POS. So the gas went: gloosh--gurg--glooshgloosh... gurg... gurg... glooshgloosh... <-- It was gasping for air. NO WAY could I find to hold it so it would just pour. I gotta figure out how to punch a sealable vent in this thing. Fargin thing cost $27.

Anyway, I hadda hold that stupid can too long.⚡🔥☄️<-- My 83 year old back.

So I am flying the @boo -ing B-52 once again, and it ain't even noon.
 
I grew my hair out as a 'statement' when I was younger...then my wife decided she liked it long and didn't want me to cut it off. I tried to grow it to give to Locks of Love for kids with cancer, but they wanted a ten inch ponytail, and my hair never gets longer than 8 inches. It just stops growing at 8 inches. Weird. Then again, my head is full of cowlicks.

It took the second time of my dum bass getting it wrapped around a creeper wheel before I finally got tired of it and went Bongino. I was paying 20 bucks for a stupid haircut, plus tip. Went and bought a set of clippers, and now I wear a boot camp cut. Much less work.
 

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