Don Gin and Ton
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Mo I'll have you know I have the complexion of an english rose! i need nee war paint 
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Don Gin and Ton
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hydro whatever gets you off man! from criminals to cross dressing in a heartbeat. 600 salute
Don Gin and Ton
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don't you'll make me blush..
jimmer6577
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I lost a bet to my sister when I was 12 and had to let her dress me up like a girl. To this day she still has the picture and loves any chance to pull it out.
Dr.D81
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that is where my shit is to
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jigfresh
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Dude.... Fuck Yeah!!! Ride on 600, ride on. Check this shizz:
"The Charge of the Light Brigade" is an 1854 narrative poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson about the Charge of the Light Brigade at the Battle of Balaclava during the Crimean War.
The Charge of the Light Brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
"The Charge of the Light Brigade" is an 1854 narrative poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson about the Charge of the Light Brigade at the Battle of Balaclava during the Crimean War.
The Charge of the Light Brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
supchaka
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You trying out some new drugs there mang? I'm so lit on the not headband right now, been an hr 20.
I know my eyes are getting bad but I notice they really go to shit when I'm high. I can't focus on nothin. I almost pop an Ativan pretty much every time I smoke lol but it passes. I could smoke shittier weed but pfft that would still be silly wouldn't it?!
Don Gin and Ton
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nice find jig, i knew the 'ours but to do or die' bit was tennyson but not the full poem.
chaka i have the same thing, ocular tension or lack of rather, can't read the tv from across the room if i'm really high. sometimes carries over to the morning. visine helps
chaka i have the same thing, ocular tension or lack of rather, can't read the tv from across the room if i'm really high. sometimes carries over to the morning. visine helps
jimmer6577
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I have the same issue, that is 1 of the reason I get up at 5 am to do my h.w.. The other reason being that is the only time I'm not baked. Now that I read that, they both are still the same thing. I'll have to try the visine and see if that helps.
Mo, awesome picture, almost looks fake.
Dezracer
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I don't have a furnace room or I'd put my grow there too, most likely. My only options are the attic (hot) or the garage. Possibly could work it out with a shed and have discussed that with the wife before but I think thew noise from the exhaust fan would draw unnecessary attention from the neighbors behind me. I can practically spit on my neighbors house from my yard.that is where my shit is to
giggles26
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Make that shit stealth. All you need to do is have your exhaust fan in the shed and build a box around it to silence it and then your ducting up to your roof into an flange and then on the outside of the roof put you a cap, like you put on a roof to allow heat and such out of an attic.
Tada, I'm a lil baked so if that doesn't make sense I'm sorry lol.