Marijuana

[Jackstar]

I think marijuana

I think "marry wanna?". Period. Hard stop. The Reefer Madness psyop was fueled, in the major part, by illicitly produced, strategically delivered, and tactically consumed/infused MDMA-enhanced, dried, cured, cannabis flowers, in various forms--and this technology and its jaw-dropping implications has been held in deep secret amongst The Illuminated Castes for millennia. I AM USING THE GODDAM WORD "MILLENIA" HERE. The word "marijuana" has a spooky, clandestine history of industry--you'd make better progress Joogling, "Who invented beer?"

The plants are harvested by severing the trunk branches and letting them drain down into the flowers and evaporate the moisture off. This is crucial to the potency of the final product. You sonsuvbitches don't even fuckin' know.

Jack, how come you never drop a strain review or recommendation in my thread?

YOU ARE NOT PREPARED. They don't call it "a strain" for nuttin'.

Prove me wrong!

Tie me up in knots, Trebek.

You kiss your mother with that mouth?!

Moment.

[Jackstar]

You kiss your mother with that mouth?!

I just asked--she says you can have the rest of the various & sundry gemstones & settings that are left over that Little Miss Thuggy Piggy and her Gang of Reprobative Reject Rustlers left behind. As a bonus, I am my own apostille so we can save a bundle by skipping the notary public directly on the way to T****.

These are some oddly specific manifestation manifests. Kudosi.

[Jackstar]

I just asked--she says

She says you seem to be takin' an awful goddam lot of motherfuckin' time to negotiate what doesn't need to be more than a simple surrender for what should be an open-and-shut cut-and-dried case dismissal with the most absolutely extreme of prejudices. Tell you what: turn into a 7-11 and tune into my goddam debrief in a few ticks, I'll give you a shout-off that'll knock your Godblessed sox right off the fuckin' forum roster.

More -- after the break. JAWS RAWR

[AZZERAE]

You kiss your mother with that mouth?!

I'd ease up, pal. It'd be awful if your Mum took a nasty spill down the stairs. One word: stakeout.

[Master Trollda]

I'd ease up, pal. It'd be awful if your Mum took a nasty spill down the stairs. One word: stakeout.

I would be scared but you already fucked up on your primary research. She’s been dead for years. Have fun on that stakeout in the cemetery.

[Master Trollda]

Jack doesn’t love you enough to give you a strain recommendation but I do:

https://www.allbud.com/marijuana-strains/sativa/hawaiian-snow

Yummy, wonderful weed! 

Happy 4/20, everyone!  🌲

[Jackstar]

I force the denial of their own essence upon them as a focusing tool.

Jack doesn’t love you enough to give you a strain recommendation but I do:

Tough love, Trooper. "Give me purple + sticky grown with organic pesticide, please." That's it. That's all. It doesn't have to be overly complicated. You aren't runnin' nine head of horse transmogrified from rats in a stagecoach to take Cinderella to the ball, and it's just a goddam bag of weed.

I can recommend names of strains, sure. "Uncle Remus." That's what they're all named. It's a "strain" for a reason, growing quality weed is back-breaking work, which is why there won't always be purple + sticky available, it doesn't always leave the house.

And, most people think weed is green. It is not. It's the goddam Royal Purple Lotus of Earth, and until that bitch hauled out her second  stash from her goddam brassiere... reluctantly... I had never even  smelled what real calculus smells like.

("I found it! On the floor!! In the baby's room!!!" Jesus. Whatever.)

It's a big bada boom difference. I can see why hoarder merchants and their thug enforcers keep the secrets so tight. Even you people -- you, the finest people on Earth, God loves you, all of all of you, and so do I -- don't even fucking know jack or shit.



And I'm not here to tell you. Ask your deep cover tripartite being, if she can ever get the taste of thorazine and all that cockgobbling out of her mouth long enough to have a goddam conversation. Did they really give her anal herpes? Wow, you guys are mean... and pay attention, n'est-ce pas?

[Jackstar]

Happy 4/20, everyone!  🌲

Crickets.

[Worthauger]

Crickets.

Even the spiders have left. Never call. Never write. WILMA WILBUR!!!

[Master Trollda]

Even the spiders have left. Never call. Never write. WILMA WILBUR!!!

You’re some pig!

[WORTHAUGERa]

You’re some pig!

Have you ever had anyone force you to eat drugs to prove that you were not one? I couldn't believe it. End Times is a bioengineered plague weapon? Oh, sure, I could believe that, I figured that out when I was 12. But I still can't believe that anybody has ever thought that I was a goddamn law enforcement agent. Have you fucking looked at me? I'm an actual retard — and demonstrably, the dumbest one that's ever lived. What's it going to take for this guy to figure out I'm not a cop, a 12-kilo buy? Where would I even put that? Even her ass wasn't that big. It was fucking surreal, it was like I died and gone to Heaven. Frankly the come on was a comparative letdown.

#1) free drugs? Must be a radioactive tracking isototes.
#2) *nibble* really? that's not enough? I got to take more? Well, if I wasn't sitting in an actual sewer flooded living room, I’d just bust out a point, if I actually had one.
#3) this guy asking me if I'm a cop obviously knows I'm not one — so therefore, he must be. Quot erat demonstratum... and, that's how that I knew that I have never done crystal meth. Or, hadn't. Whatever.

#4) that was 19 and 352 quadrillion years ago. (Time sharing.) And after all this time, my penis still isn't back down to normal.
#5) Bummer.

[WORTHAUGERa]

and, that's how that I knew that I have never done crystal meth. Or, hadn't. Whatever.

Looks like some goons were using my mother's house as a decoy triangulation point and WeighFarerPoint to let things FLOW for years, however.

(YES, IN CASE ANYBODY'S WONDERING, I KNOW WHY THAT PICTURE OF DARTH SIDIOUS THAT KEEPS GETTING POSTED IS SUPPOSED TO SCARE ME, BUT IT DOESN'T. NOT EVEN AT ALL. NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT. AND DO YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE, NEITHER DOES PATE. BLOW ME BROTHER FUCK-0. *KLINK*)


So, I'm uncertain how I want to celebrate next. Honestly just being able to masturbate — yummy — and imagine ever getting able to have sex ever again while continuing to breathe is pretty much all the thanks I need.

That being said, my mother's lawyer is coming for your Winter house, your Summer house, your Winter ski chalet, your Summer wholly-little-corporate-bitch&sex.trafficking lake/watering hole/conglomerate-owned lake, your daughters are never going to forget me, your self-driving cars are going to come pick me up when I need a ride, even when I'm on goddam Pluto, and I am talking about Mickey's fucking dog, and your grandchildren have already adopted me in the future, and are now lining up to draw lots for who gets the chance to be the first person to go back in time and beat the shit out of your grandfather rape your grandmother strangle your cat eat your dog's homework and pull out all your pubic hairs one by one and floss your goddam best friends’ anii with it. (My mom's lawyer is kind of badass.)


And I'm going to get laid on that fucking couch. Can you believe I haven't already? I'm waiting on a blood test as a courtesy.

[Master Trollda]

I think this thread just morphed into
a meth thread in the the last couple posts.

[Anniem]

I think this thread just morphed into
a meth thread in the the last couple posts.

Here, let me help

[Master Trollda]

Here, let me help

Groovy, baby.