luvs me some good ol' 80's indica bud...mmmn it brings such sweet memories;
like the time an outside grower i knew had put out the call out a little early one year
prolly 1980. it seems that his pig got loose and got into a patch and tore it up
good. he shot the pig, salvaged what he could and quick dried a little nug over top
of his wood stove, promptly proceeded to roll one up the size of his pinky fired
it up whilst sitting in a kitchen type chair right next to his square top homemade
wood-stove... said he had only hit the joint 2 or 3 x and quicky nodded out and
leaned over and put his elbow on top of the [burning] wood stove, ended up
w/ 2ed and 3rd degree burns on his ebow, a dead pig and a huge (for the time)
ER bill and 2lbs of the best fucking skunk you ever smoked. that shit was
crazy powerful. it did everything from make you trip and think you were dying,
it'd make you 4git to breath, think you were going to swallow your tongue, make
you think if you were brave enuff to take a drink, your tongue would swell up
like a dried up sponge and choke you out. it would give you whole body, cotton -
everything.... hell, you're asshole would be so dry you couldn't squeeze out a
dusty ole pop-corn fart if your life depended on it.
moral of the story: fuck around fuck around get yourself kilt. and if you're going
to smoke this shit, you better have a safe and comfy place to take a little snooze...
they used to call This lineage of skunk "The smell of SNL". you could walk into a bar w/ a
sac triple zip-locked, wrapped in duck tape and shoved up your ass and still
turn every fucking greasy head in the joint. it was so good it sold for $15-20
bucks a gram, even way back then....mmmmmn, like i've always said "that shit was
the absolute best of the best"....
sorry this got so long, but man, that shit was that fucking good!
-peace-
