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So I bought a new grinder a while back, and used the screen to sift some kif off of dried clippings. It was really green and not terribly strong.
This is the first time I've owned such a contraption, and I haven't had much exposure to kif prior to this.
I moved the green stuff out of the collection chamber, and since then, a considerable amount of yellowish stuff had accumulated when I looked tonight.
Well......It was about bedtime an hour ago, so I said, "what the hell. let's fill like half the bowl and see if I can take it all down in one hit like a REAL man."
I could certainly take it down, but as soon as I blew it out, I knew that it wasn't going to end well. I broke out in a sweat, started coughing up something the size of one of those...um...kiwi fruits (I don't feel anything missing, so I'm not worried about it right now), and was INSTANTLY waybaked.
What's more, I kept getting more and more baked for the next 5 to 10 minutes (it felt like eternity)...nausea, teeny, tiny slits for eyes (not that it mattered since they kept wanting to roll back into my head).
Finally, it faded into total couch lock, and I fell asleep in the living room.
My dog kindly woke me up by liking out the inside of my mouth, so I'm putting up this post so you can all amuse yourselves with my naivety about this wonderful, wonderful stuff.
Good night, I'm moving to the bedroom now. :stonedsmilie:
This is the first time I've owned such a contraption, and I haven't had much exposure to kif prior to this.
I moved the green stuff out of the collection chamber, and since then, a considerable amount of yellowish stuff had accumulated when I looked tonight.
Well......It was about bedtime an hour ago, so I said, "what the hell. let's fill like half the bowl and see if I can take it all down in one hit like a REAL man."
I could certainly take it down, but as soon as I blew it out, I knew that it wasn't going to end well. I broke out in a sweat, started coughing up something the size of one of those...um...kiwi fruits (I don't feel anything missing, so I'm not worried about it right now), and was INSTANTLY waybaked.
What's more, I kept getting more and more baked for the next 5 to 10 minutes (it felt like eternity)...nausea, teeny, tiny slits for eyes (not that it mattered since they kept wanting to roll back into my head).
Finally, it faded into total couch lock, and I fell asleep in the living room.
My dog kindly woke me up by liking out the inside of my mouth, so I'm putting up this post so you can all amuse yourselves with my naivety about this wonderful, wonderful stuff.
Good night, I'm moving to the bedroom now. :stonedsmilie: