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[PlumberSoCal2]

Watched while making dinner.

 

[Florida_Mike]

 

[ChairmanFester]

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[Terpy_Burpz]

I honestly wouldn't know which songs, we'd go over parts and I'd send differing mixes and chat about the songs... but they have a couple titles over time and I'd have to go search. But that's why I say I wasn't like an influence we talked shop a lot.
We still talk lol. She was going to incorporate my water charity but it didn't get going. I still talk to like most of my exes.

That's actually awesome, I'd like to be, but my recent (a gorgeous green-eyed, fiery, doomscrolling grumpy, millennial, some 22years younger than me) thinks the whole idea of that is dodgy. No matter how I twist it, there's no world that exists to her where I can be friends with those I genuinely care about..uff..it may come with maturity. She hit 25 last year, so the prefrontal cortex has begun to kick in, and she is getting off the sugar, at least trying and understanding her words and actions have effects...finally. So I hold out hope that one day I'd be able to reach out to the people I've shared some amazing moments with, not to rekindle but to just be mates again. Ahh, the sacrifices we make for love. Have a two and a half-year-old son together who is currently saying "I want you to fight me some more" whilst attacking me ruthlessly with his toys and disrupting my typing lol. I'd better get off and go have a fight with him. Then we are going to shuck some more of the oysters we got at the beach yesterday (had a whole thing, lit a fire, had a picnic of fat fire opened oysters and flounder i speared etc.). In short i guess life is what you make it...and im giving this version a fucking good nudge. No more time for regrets/missed opportunities! See ya's

 

[Putthataway]

 

[BB22]

Sort of quiet in here.

Hope everyone is well

 

[Putthataway]

Sort of quiet in here.

Hope everyone is well

It’s Friday night bro. It was quiet the other night too.

 

[BB22]

It’s Friday night bro. It was quiet the other night too.

I was thinking my drinking self got me banned somehow

 

[BB22]

Quick snap. Just before lights out. Colors look really cool

 

[Terpy_Burpz]

Steamed with lemon juice..I don't like them raw! This would have been huge if not cooked! Sept/Oct, they are so fat, and my 2.5 yr old son and I just ate 4 dozen of these bad boys, picked from a secret spot in the Bay of Islands. Now I've got a bucket to hand to the older people who can't go get their own. Blessings!

 

[TestTime]

Have a couple hours of relaxation and doing a review and see this and then you get to let me remember when Stan, previously mentioned dude who did not eat the uncutable desoxyn tablet, and I was sitting next to each other my first Blue oyster cult concert, around 79.

The days of real Quaaludes. Oh my Lord, I miss Quaaludes.

So I'm sitting next to Stan and he pops a coil in his mouth and starts chewing.

What the fuck?

He laughs at me. You can't handle it. You got a sweet tooth.

He's right. I hate bitter. Didn't matter.

Chomp. Chew. Shudder.

Holy shit that tasted bad.

It was worth it. Took about 3 minutes to hit.

And then the concert started.

Now I'm an old man who occasionally takes his oxycodone by chewing it and holding it under my tongue sublingually. Vile tasting shit. But it's worth it.

Quick Stan aside.

He's on the east coast and I'm on the west coast and we're emailing back and forth about him going on a road trip and he's going to choose between his Subaru or his motorcycle or he's going to carry the motorcycle on the back of the Subaru, he's got a carrier. Holy shit. Interesting times possibly ahead.

This is a dangerous old man combo. Stan is a retired nuclear engineer. Stan spent a lifetime carrying pieces of nuclear reactors around and repairing them in high radiation environments. I've got some power generation projects I'm thinking of. Stan would be fun there. Uh-oh. Back to current post.

I can't do that with Soma. First of all, I can't combine them. But second of all, soma much pushes beyond my tolerance of bitter.

I don't take Percocets or any combo. It has to be pure oxycodone. I want to be able to chew it and I want to be able to control the dosage and not destroy my kidney or livers or whatever else. I only do it for a day or two. That's why I grow pot, so I can make the MCT oil and I'm not eating the oxycodone.

 

[BB22]

Grow question

If you look at my plants, they’re all “squaty”

Are they getting too much light ? thanks

 

[PlumberSoCal2]

Grow question

If you look at my plants, they’re all “squaty”

Are they getting too much light ? thanks
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They look beautiful as always

 

[PlumberSoCal2]

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[PlumberSoCal2]

 

[Justlovetogrow]

4/5 for the cap junky 1 a bit behind and 2/2 for thc bomb so not to bad il take that another day or 2 il chuck em in little pots il keep ‘em under the soft white light for a week or 2 then bang em in the tent n im away feels good to get my grow on again

 

[Florida_Mike]

Have a couple hours of relaxation and doing a review and see this and then you get to let me remember when Stan, previously mentioned dude who did not eat the uncutable desoxyn tablet, and I was sitting next to each other my first Blue oyster cult concert, around 79.

The days of real Quaaludes. Oh my Lord, I miss Quaaludes.

So I'm sitting next to Stan and he pops a coil in his mouth and starts chewing.

What the fuck?

He laughs at me. You can't handle it. You got a sweet tooth.

He's right. I hate bitter. Didn't matter.

Chomp. Chew. Shudder.

Holy shit that tasted bad.

It was worth it. Took about 3 minutes to hit.

And then the concert started.

Now I'm an old man who occasionally takes his oxycodone by chewing it and holding it under my tongue sublingually. Vile tasting shit. But it's worth it.

Quick Stan aside.

He's on the east coast and I'm on the west coast and we're emailing back and forth about him going on a road trip and he's going to choose between his Subaru or his motorcycle or he's going to carry the motorcycle on the back of the Subaru, he's got a carrier. Holy shit. Interesting times possibly ahead.

This is a dangerous old man combo. Stan is a retired nuclear engineer. Stan spent a lifetime carrying pieces of nuclear reactors around and repairing them in high radiation environments. I've got some power generation projects I'm thinking of. Stan would be fun there. Uh-oh. Back to current post.

I can't do that with Soma. First of all, I can't combine them. But second of all, soma much pushes beyond my tolerance of bitter.

I don't take Percocets or any combo. It has to be pure oxycodone. I want to be able to chew it and I want to be able to control the dosage and not destroy my kidney or livers or whatever else. I only do it for a day or two. That's why I grow pot, so I can make the MCT oil and I'm not eating the oxycodone.

I miss the ludes as well. I am prescribed 10mg pure oxys, bc acetaminophen does not agree with me. You are correct, they are some bitter little bastards; but I've come to actually relish the taste bc it equals faster relief.

I have been taking these for yrs and have a high tolerance. They don't make me "high" or "buzzed", They just make it so I can walk a little bit. I also take pregabalin (Lyrica) for nephropathy and Methocarbamol for muscle spasms and a host of other shit, to keep me going.

It sucks, but it is what it is. I have a license but no longer drive bc of all the meds that I have to take just to function....

I am not complaining, I accept this as my cross to bear. I'm just happy to be alive and I'm hoping for a few more decent years hanging out with all the knuckleheads I've met here, you included....

 

[oldtimer1960]

*

The Captain’s Journey: The Chaff and the Hermit​

Long ago, in the time of emperors and warlords, a mighty captain of the Emperor’s High Guard was sent on a diplomatic mission across the empire. Proud and hardened by battle, he carried with him the Emperor’s seal and the certainty that he commanded both fear and respect wherever he went.

But fate is no respecter of rank.

One day, traveling through unfamiliar country, the captain lost his way. For days he wandered, without food or water, until his strength began to fail. His armor felt heavier with each step; his sword, a burden.

At last, he stumbled upon a small farm, where a peasant was threshing wheat under the sun.

“Peasant!” the captain barked, “I am a soldier of the Emperor! Bring me water at once!”

The peasant calmly left his work, went to the well, and drew up a bucket of fresh, cold water. But before handing it over, he scooped up a handful of wheat chaff and sprinkled it into the bucket.

The captain’s eyes burned with fury at this insult. Yet he was so thirsty that he seized the bucket anyway. As he drank, the chaff forced him to pause, to blow aside the floating husks before each sip. Slowly, little by little, he drank until his thirst was quenched.

When at last he lowered the bucket, rage returned. He drew his sword to punish the man for his insolence.

But the peasant, calm as before, said,
“Sir, what I did was not an insult, but a kindness. Had I given you clear water, you would have gulped it down too quickly. In your condition, it could have killed you. The chaff forced you to drink slowly—enough to save your life, not end it.”

The captain stood frozen, sword in hand. What he first took as offense was, in truth, compassion. Shaken, he sheathed his blade and continued on his journey in silence.

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The Hermit’s Lesson​

Days later, the captain heard of a village high in the mountains where a wise hermit lived—one who could teach of heaven and hell and all things between.

Still humbled by the peasant’s lesson yet curious about matters beyond this world, he sought out the sage. Following a steep and winding trail, he climbed for half a day until he reached a simple hut. In front of it, on a worn grass mat, sat an old hermit bowing in prayer.

The captain strode forward and demanded,
“Old man! Tell me of heaven, of hell, and of everything in between!”

Without opening his eyes, the hermit said calmly,
“You are an ignorant fool. A loud, blundering oaf. You’ll never understand such things. Leave me at once.”

The captain’s face turned crimson. To be insulted twice—first by a peasant, now by a ragged hermit! His hand went to his sword. In a rage, he raised the blade, ready to strike the old man down.

The hermit never flinched. Instead, he raised one finger and said,
“This, my son, is the path to hell.”

The words fell like a hammer on the captain’s heart.

Realizing the hermit had risked his life to teach him, the captain’s anger broke. He dropped his sword, fell to his knees, and begged forgiveness, tears streaming down his face.

The hermit raised the same finger once more and said softly,
“And this, my son… is the path to heaven.”

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Epilogue

The captain rose, bowed deeply, and left his sword at the hermit’s feet. He descended the mountain not as the Emperor’s soldier, but as a student of life—no longer so quick to anger, no longer so certain of what was insult and what was gift.

For he had learned:

• That mercy can hide in the humblest disguise,
• That pride falls faster than a sword,
• And that the roads to both hell and heaven lie not in the world around us, but within our own hearts.

I do not remember where I heard these stories, but I believe they're worthy of sharing. I'm paraphrasing from a shattered memory. Please forgive me for any omissions or if they're not true to the originals.

Awesome story, thanks for sharing.

 

[Terpy_Burpz]

Damn, just got a half elbow (half a pound/8 ounces) of Pineapple Express..indoors! And wouldn't you believe it, I take it home, grind up a nice 1gram spliff, and the second I light it, it's a goddamn Haze, a little tropical, perhaps Pineapple Haze! I don't even like haze that much, I'm just not a fan of the whole warm straw vibe, y'know?! I'm hopping mad right now. Why the fuck can't kiwi growers and dealers label their shit correctly? You're not cool for just making up something off the top of your head that you think sounds saleable. It's bullshit, now what the actual am I supposed to do with this chaff? Blow on it? Grrr (growling like Alex Jones when they shut down Infowars lol). Wondering if this is an issue elsewhere around the globe. Infuriating is what it is!

"We've got to stop these people!"

 

[Justlovetogrow]

Damn, just got a half elbow (half a pound/8 ounces) of Pineapple Express..indoors! And wouldn't you believe it, I take it home, grind up a nice 1gram spliff, and the second I light it, it's a goddamn Haze, a little tropical, perhaps Pineapple Haze! I don't even like haze that much, I'm just not a fan of the whole warm straw vibe, y'know?! I'm hopping mad right now. Why the fuck can't kiwi growers and dealers label their shit correctly? You're not cool for just making up something off the top of your head that you think sounds saleable. It's bullshit, now what the actual am I supposed to do with this chaff? Blow on it? Grrr (growling like Alex Jones when they shut down Infowars lol). Wondering if this is an issue elsewhere around the globe. Infuriating is what it is!

Mate over here in Tassie people don’t even know the strain names it’s either hydro or bush people are paying 100$ a qtr here for shitty grown hydro Fkn worlds gone mad