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Here’s my tent for now. Sorry, no bud porn. From the bottom left going up, Blackberry OG CBD, Alaskan Purple Fem Auto (pinched and LST) , Tangerine Dream Auto, Two Blue Magoo & Hyper Cherry Pie, Blackberry OG CBD, and the sprouts are all Chemgopher. I'm...
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Here’s my tent for now. Sorry, no bud porn. From the bottom left going up, Blackberry OG CBD, Alaskan Purple Fem Auto (pinched and LST) , Tangerine Dream Auto, Two Blue Magoo & Hyper Cherry Pie, Blackberry OG CBD, and the sprouts are all Chemgopher.

I'm excited about the Alaskan Purple, it's my first decent attempt at LST, and about a foot wide. And I'm hoping for a few boys.
good god man!
budstack em biatches!
well, when a veteran has many ribbons... pretty much what we're lookin at, here: FRUIT FARGIN SALAD!

christ! it's the who's who of degenerate lineage! i thought- meh... maybe two strains... don't care n then- i looked em over, again.
not one I'm not intrigued about!
hall of famer!
 
funny

i searched

sparechange cannabis

3rd entry... wong site... teehehe
screw em

i thought they said it meant: not famous, in this...
 
my son is askin questions

he won't get to read it, anytime soon...

ignorance, is bliss...

the fam doesn't know

or knows, but didn't care, when i mentioned it. they know the old stories, of mine.

actually think that's cooler.
i forget which band it was-

possibly bad religion

or of the era

one of the band members, was a college prof for smart kids, who had no idea, he stepped into a rocknroll phone booth, on weekends.
 
almost forgot

the pet store

so imma newlywed, with a fresh promotion at the pet store
round 19ish
and it's closing time
and a smokin hottie, drunk off her ash... is shopping cockatoos and macaws. so she gonna spend round 2-5k, minimum and sheeee keeeeps playin with her buttons... undone... done... etc.
and I'm workin split shifts, around college courses. so I'm horny and exhausted... and all i can think, between 45second smoke breaks, out the back is...
i am sooo getting blown,
if
she
follows me out

and i gotta finish an order, inventory n countin the drawers out...

and...
 
i suppose we'll have to start our next book with this... ehhh...

not my turn, fellas.
 
gov cuomo of ny

two thumbs up.

kept it light. i will read farmer's policy cause i saw the headline... so that's all imma say. a positive, genuine soundin, fella, imho.
 
still filtering. few liters, left to go.
will have everything I'm not savin til next harvest, in solution, for boiling off, tomorrow n still come out around 10 32oz iso/s, to the good. I'll hand em out to peeps around town, when I'm better, or who need dead dropped, sooner.


g's still rough, 2 days behind.
I'm only mentioning so y'all know, it ain't no big deal. i have most every lung affliction, known to man, minus the big C, knock on wood and a typical flu, can put me, in the e.r., swearing between gasps, like a sailor. i give it about a 6 outta ten. I've had better.
this one swung in n out of better n worse... thought i was good, cept for throat n coughin, today n then my nose started comin n goin, again, but nothing alarming, truly.
i hope this settles y'all.
i have remained on my feet, to the best of my ability and it very much seemed to whip it back. (dern ner ner ner ner- i said whip it.... whip it good...). i think g likes her sympathy... she's always insisted she has EVERYTHING, worse. I've learned over my life, it's often best to reply with a nod, or, "I'm sure your right". it's the easiest way to end every day, "happily"; best shot at success... a disagreement doesn't make people less right, or wong, but it is man's best chance at seeing her new outfit on her... bedroom floor.
hey, man... I'm the guy who was on the football field (soccer), forcing himself to throw up, for days... til he had to b rushed to the hospital, only to have an emergency, grapefruit, appendectomy, 5min before it started dissolving of gangrene so... yeah, I'm sure she's right.
doc said if not for the vomitisness... relieving the pressure, it would've burst n killed me soo... hey, i medaled in it so I'm good with it. killed my smoking streak, but I'll live. so no, stoicism, ain't always the safest route, but that's how winners play: "I'm sure you're right". just keep sayin it n sayin it n sayin it, again; like a MANtra.

anyway, yeah... just recline n keep from planking on ur back, if ya can and y'all will b right as rain.
i stayed out n got it outta the way. diesel is a dinosaur. not so sure about midgemummy. dibbs on the custom jeep and his lab... n possibly mrs d, once she puts him behind her. she's already used to the ol troll, bein underfoot...

he sent me a selfie he took, back in the day, to calm me:
kinda the einstein jr, look, i thought... pretty boy!
 

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one liter left n that's it.
decarbed through the night and morning. started filtration, bout 12.5 hrs ago. this... is how it goes.
the ice worked out. prolly half pound from entirely vapin off (sublimation) so i got lucky with the shortage n tried to make the most of it. first 18hrs-ish, was wasted cause i forgot to full apart n decarb, in advance. i always f someting, up... hey, i forget stuff and break everything i touch.
this works best for savin the ice. i have a couple sizes.
if i had to guess- bout 12 liters, prepped. ignorance was bliss, far as weighing, first. i know it's quality bud. here's the tampered down bones. maybe half a zip left to b done.

oh... they're 1.5's... so maybe 10liters. i fill em.
 

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some folks is weied... just strange... and i am no different. like the xxx, who taught me about whorish, smoggin outfits, when ur old boss stopped cheatin smogs, when he had to start double clampin wires... nothing says, ur gonna have a happy ending, like a trashy, smoggin outfit. and last night, g has this skanky night thing on that may as well say
-outfit
fuck me santa fuck me santa

who am i to defy my lady? nature?
so of course imma make the butcher's daughter, work for her prime rib... and things are happening that i don't even get in moist dreams.
i mean, she's shown me i ate the pepperidge farm cookie bag, in one sitting... so she brings the beef jerky... sweet and spicy... BOTH! she brings cran grape... reminds me i forgot to buy water, or filters... and asks
-ask
will there be any thing else.... DADDY!

-sc
emph... tryin to sleep... bitch!

and she brings hot tea and a warm wash cloth... just a first class lay... shyt! sorry... i meant lady.

so i do the ol grizzly, log roll onto my... STOMACH... that says
-grizzly
baby, u are going... to work for this... bitch, I'm neither cheap... nor easy... and u ain't sacraficed no sacred cow for me, yet... besides the jerky.

and she starts with the feet... mmmmm... yes... even with THE TOE!!! [local children run in horror, which is why there are only 2 kids in the entire valley, under the age of crackhead]...
and she's workin the bum knees, the jodhpers... even the cracked heal... BOTH! starts bein a bum rubber... goes for my...
OMFG THAT FUCKING WEINERDOG! and the bitch wants to play fetch! and so does the weinerdog! and i have become atv offroad for xbox 2020... far as the bitch and weinerdog are concerned and my pilgrim is as hard as Plymouth caulk. no lie... i was ten feet tall, made of granite (that would b a FEMA 1.5 incher, but it's logarithmic as y'all know so i couldn't be prouder of my ten)... and the bitch and the dog are not tiring and it was 15hrs, beer to beer, for me, boys and girls let me tell ewe, i was exhausted... and she says... roll over so i can rub your tummy... and YEEEHHEESSSS, MA'AM... that fucking weinerdog, got tummy rumbs from the smokin hottest, flat ironed, shaved, perfumed fuckin smoggin outfitted (minus the boots) g, you ever saw!!! and i fucking fell asleep!!!

THIS.... THIS IS MY NIGHTMARE! , PEOPLE... THIS IS MY LIFE!!! oh... my lovely g... and THAT GOD DAM, DOG BLOCKING, WEINERDOG! people... my junk is not to be baggered! that dog, might run away, in a rich neighborhood, or in the hills... sooner than later. I'm no monster... summer is coming. i didn't say i-40 and the yotes r only gonna get bigger... plus, she got a low center of gravity, for off roadin, anyway and she likes ridin in the milk crate (bless u, ador farms; another dutchy, dairy... imagine that), on the one banger...
i could kill that weinerdog and ehen china takes over, won't even be a crime to eat the bitch... and the weinerdog.
soooo... pist... and my balls ache. that's diesel's fault, too. sigh.

time to get to work... I'm so far back from catchin up... y'all should just leave me behind; stick to the code, as it were. i will, eventually... i just know i wrote a scary thing, yesterday... I'd b smoked, if i were THE MAN/short version... and i prolly freaked a few peeps out.

but y'all still get a bedtime story... and that was.

gooday, folks! gotta git two stewin off the... and the pot. i am going to kill that god dam dog!
hooch was a bro
he knew exactly when it was time to go
i just left a tiffany bracelet on the doorknob
and he knew...
so he would take up 90% of a kingsize bed and just fucking lay there, squeezing me off on humpdays... like the pile of brindle shit he was.
man... i miss my hooch. especially when my weiner, pulls this dogcrap.

i need coffee. anyone for coffee? fuck you.
 
some folks is weied... just strange... and i am no different. like the xxx, who taught me about whorish, smoggin outfits, when ur old boss stopped cheatin smogs, when he had to start double clampin wires... nothing says, ur gonna have a happy ending, like a trashy, smoggin outfit. and last night, g has this skanky night thing on that may as well say
-outfit
fuck me santa fuck me santa

who am i to defy my lady? nature?
so of course imma make the butcher's daughter, work for her prime rib... and things are happening that i don't even get in moist dreams.
i mean, she's shown me i ate the pepperidge farm cookie bag, in one sitting... so she brings the beef jerky... sweet and spicy... BOTH! she brings cran grape... reminds me i forgot to buy water, or filters... and asks
-ask
will there be any thing else.... DADDY!

-sc
emph... tryin to sleep... bitch!

and she brings hot tea and a warm wash cloth... just a first class lay... shyt! sorry... i meant lady.

so i do the ol grizzly, log roll onto my... STOMACH... that says
-grizzly
baby, u are going... to work for this... bitch, I'm neither cheap... nor easy... and u ain't sacraficed no sacred cow for me, yet... besides the jerky.

and she starts with the feet... mmmmm... yes... even with THE TOE!!! [local children run in horror, which is why there are only 2 kids in the entire valley, under the age of crackhead]...
and she's workin the bum knees, the jodhpers... even the cracked heal... BOTH! starts bein a bum rubber... goes for my...
OMFG THAT FUCKING WEINERDOG! and the bitch wants to play fetch! and so does the weinerdog! and i have become atv offroad for xbox 2020... far as the bitch and weinerdog are concerned and my pilgrim is as hard as Plymouth caulk. no lie... i was ten feet tall, made of granite (that would b a FEMA 1.5 incher, but it's logarithmic as y'all know so i couldn't be prouder of my ten)... and the bitch and the dog are not tiring and it was 15hrs, beer to beer, for me, boys and girls let me tell ewe, i was exhausted... and she says... roll over so i can rub your tummy... and YEEEHHEESSSS, MA'AM... that fucking weinerdog, got tummy rumbs from the smokin hottest, flat ironed, shaved, perfumed fuckin smoggin outfitted (minus the boots) g, you ever saw!!! and i fucking fell asleep!!!

THIS.... THIS IS MY NIGHTMARE! , PEOPLE... THIS IS MY LIFE!!! oh... my lovely g... and THAT GOD DAM, DOG BLOCKING, WEINERDOG! people... my junk is not to be baggered! that dog, might run away, in a rich neighborhood, or in the hills... sooner than later. I'm no monster... summer is coming. i didn't say i-40 and the yotes r only gonna get bigger... plus, she got a low center of gravity, for off roadin, anyway and she likes ridin in the milk crate (bless u, ador farms; another dutchy, dairy... imagine that), on the one banger...
i could kill that weinerdog and ehen china takes over, won't even be a crime to eat the bitch... and the weinerdog.
soooo... pist... and my balls ache. that's diesel's fault, too. sigh.

time to get to work... I'm so far back from catchin up... y'all should just leave me behind; stick to the code, as it were. i will, eventually... i just know i wrote a scary thing, yesterday... I'd b smoked, if i were THE MAN/short version... and i prolly freaked a few peeps out.

but y'all still get a bedtime story... and that was.

gooday, folks! gotta git two stewin off the... and the pot. i am going to kill that god dam dog!
hooch was a bro
he knew exactly when it was time to go
i just left a tiffany bracelet on the doorknob
and he knew...
so he would take up 90% of a kingsize bed and just fucking lay there, squeezing me off on humpdays... like the pile of brindle shit he was.
man... i miss my hooch. especially when my weiner, pulls this dogcrap.

i need coffee. anyone for coffee? fuck you.
LMFAO,
Woke up in a shit mood!
Thanks for snappin me out of it!!
Made my day brother!!!
 
invention!
shut in buddy's!
one, like a bachelor party, blow up dolly... don't be cheap... the dual kind...
one that breathes... real doll, prolly makes m, now and with the coffee warmer, accessorized... plugs... so to speak.
and a program, like bumble, that says... someone is 6+ feet from u, whom y'all should hang with; like a thunderbuddy, app for closed society, or hurricane party, type shit so y'all don't get cabin fever and kill that god dam weinerdog.

yes... larry the roofer's phone was busy and at this time of day... it must be solicitor hour he lives for so he can either cuss at some random, likely indian, on the phone and hopefully, coax them into thinking it's safe to send someone to step foot on his gun laiden, boobytrapped, property. ohhh... not a good start. i need a corona; no lime... i think i just gave myself ecoli. y'all know how it is... tp well dries up... soap well... dries up... it's the shytz, isn't it. rhetorical...
 
did i not tell y'all, midgets are sadists... diesel has a massive chip on that shoulder at 3 hands tall... and he enjoys, human suffrage. really??? see what happens, when we give them a vote? can ya spare a square? and he's laughing at me... he's laughing at you...
i think we can take em... know why he hasn't posted any garage pics, here? cause it's full of toilet paper... true story... how much can tom thumb, really use, in a single plop, anyway... yeah... i think we can take em, but my weinerdog, is a lazy bitch and midgets, and people of color (hypocritical, for such a "colorful", breed, u r preachin to the choir, folks; to... the... choir.. I'm with y'all. ), make her go yappy, kickmedog, nuts. but i mean diesel prolly looks at em n says... how tall at the shoulder nubs? that's the department of transportation... she registered? and he's rich with his... "oh... u can drive it... MAYBE...", so she ain't gonna need, insurance. pfft... angry people... u seven dwarves... you're bitter, diesel... ur bitter.
 
did i not tell y'all, midgets are sadists... diesel has a massive chip on that shoulder at 3 hands tall... and he enjoys, human suffrage. really??? see what happens, when we give them a vote? can ya spare a square? and he's laughing at me... he's laughing at you...
i think we can take em... know why he hasn't posted any garage pics, here? cause it's full of toilet paper... true story... how much can tom thumb, really use, in a single plop, anyway... yeah... i think we can take em, but my weinerdog, is a lazy bitch and midgets, and people of color (hypocritical, for such a "colorful", breed, u r preachin to the choir, folks; to... the... choir.. I'm with y'all. ), make her go yappy, kickmedog, nuts. but i mean diesel prolly looks at em n says... how tall at the shoulder nubs? that's the department of transportation... she registered? and he's rich with his... "oh... u can drive it... MAYBE...", so she ain't gonna need, insurance. pfft... angry people... u seven dwarves... you're bitter, diesel... ur bitter.
Sour grapes🤪
 

ARGH! ARGH! [Coronas, shattering in the background]... FOR THE LIVE OF GODS AND ALL THAT IS HOLY! u know i dunno how... MAKE IT STOP!
ok... it's almost 54, of the hour... time to to do the devil's work.

c ya in a bit with O-porn.
 
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