^^^LOL, chickenman, your karma took a hit on that one^^^
We used to call it "going Black Ops"; resin-smoking was a pretty frequent thing. Tastes bad, but usually got a short-lived buzz. I found that eating it would act like an edible; i'd scrap it and put it in gel caps so it didn't taste hideous. Probably not a good idea to ingest all that by-product of combustion, but hey, it was decarboxylated...
I haven't run out of herb in years, probably due to the ol' Black Ops...
that was nothing compared to a party that got out of hand that I had arranged at Georges, he wanted a small get together but soon got way out of hand.
He lived in a mansion in the Woodside/ La Honda area of Calif. We were about 16 years old. His parents were in Europe..
the merry pranksters supplied the Orange Sunshine acid, they lived just up the road.
I had a charge account at a liquor store.
Festivities started out Friday night and lasted till early Monday morning when George finally realized what was happening and called the sheriff who broke it up and reported to parents.
Must have been couple hundred people there, college students found out and came in mass...
The house was trashed, all food eaten, bars raided, all beds slept in, bottles cans, everywhere holes in ceiling from punted footballs, people passed out.. Naked massages and Orgies with salad oil....
his dads Ferrari was found with keys in it at the local college, front lawn torn up from Ferrari Spinning doughnuts'
Poor George sure caught hell from his parents, but at least they could afford it.....