Dankalicious
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As a serious breeder you're either in one of two categories....
The narcotics division has personally counted your livestock or they haven't.
Unfortunately I have just been sorted into the shittier of the two categories.
Outdoor Count - 250+ sprouts, teens, moms, bloomers
Indoor Count - 50+ sprouts
Med Count - ZERO
That last count probably saved my ass...
I was 7 days away from harvesting 5 10 gallon pots with just enough concentrate to get through the week, undiscovered.
I had just sprouted 200 outdoor seedlings for a serious triploid pheno hunt.
I had just setup a 64 site indoor table for a male hunt.
I had just worked nonstop memorial day weekend vending food off site.
The place was a MESS.
Caught me with my pants down and dick stuffed deep in the cookie jar....
FUCK.
I came rolling up to the house to see 5-6 guys 30-50 years old dressed in concert shirts with sleeve tattoos, face piercings, ripped jeans, chain wallets, spiked wristbands, etc....
Either someone gave these guys the wrong address to the BBQ, or their GPS isn't working very well.
As I roll up to tell these goons to get the fuck off my property fearing they already smelled the dank and now knew where a grow was blooming, I notice the big one is wearing a necklace with a wallet on the end.
And that wallet had a 6 pointed star on the cover. And that star wasn't the seal of Solomon. It was a Sheriff Badge.
That's when I swallowed my chest.
To Be Continued...... ;)
The narcotics division has personally counted your livestock or they haven't.
Unfortunately I have just been sorted into the shittier of the two categories.
Outdoor Count - 250+ sprouts, teens, moms, bloomers
Indoor Count - 50+ sprouts
Med Count - ZERO
That last count probably saved my ass...
I was 7 days away from harvesting 5 10 gallon pots with just enough concentrate to get through the week, undiscovered.
I had just sprouted 200 outdoor seedlings for a serious triploid pheno hunt.
I had just setup a 64 site indoor table for a male hunt.
I had just worked nonstop memorial day weekend vending food off site.
The place was a MESS.
Caught me with my pants down and dick stuffed deep in the cookie jar....
FUCK.
I came rolling up to the house to see 5-6 guys 30-50 years old dressed in concert shirts with sleeve tattoos, face piercings, ripped jeans, chain wallets, spiked wristbands, etc....
Either someone gave these guys the wrong address to the BBQ, or their GPS isn't working very well.
As I roll up to tell these goons to get the fuck off my property fearing they already smelled the dank and now knew where a grow was blooming, I notice the big one is wearing a necklace with a wallet on the end.
And that wallet had a 6 pointed star on the cover. And that star wasn't the seal of Solomon. It was a Sheriff Badge.
That's when I swallowed my chest.
To Be Continued...... ;)