Aussie Growers Thread

Lucky Luke

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noice!
intro is very Pink Floyd.Hard to pass up a good set of pipes & looks.

tight!
Good tight rock.

Im riding the Tarkine way tomorrow- a bit excited. Having a long weekend on the West coast. Im pretty excited i must say..Perfect weather today and same predicted for tomorrow.
 
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Lucky Luke

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jealous as... now I understand the “Lucky”.....bastard. :peace:
have to get a new bike though. Misus isnt as young as she used to be and getting off the back is now a struggle. Judging on how finances are next winter we may buy something else. Have to get out and test ride over summer.
Ive also been looking at something like a KTM390RC as a track bike.

Its fkn nice to be excited about bikes again. I had totally lost it. Breaks been good.
 

OzyM8

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have to get a new bike bike though. Misus isnt as young as she used to be and getting off the back is now a struggle. Judging on how finances are next winter we may buy something else. Have to get out and test ride over summer.
Ive also been looking at something like a KTM390RC as a track bike.

Its fkn nice to be excited about bikes again. I had totally lost it. Breaks been good.
lol, a conundrum I understand!
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JimyTheCook

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Jealous of both you blokes being able to get the miso involved with the riding maybe if/when i get more into the road bike side of things she may come round. Nahh im dreamin itll never happen.

@Lucky Luke those 390rc's are a nice bike.

@OzyM8 Wasn around to see the end of your last grow, howd they go
 

Lucky Luke

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Jealous of both you blokes being able to get the miso involved with the riding maybe if/when i get more into the road bike side of things she may come round. Nahh im dreamin itll never happen.

@Lucky Luke those 390rc's are a nice bike.

@OzyM8 Wasn around to see the end of your last grow, howd they go
I found out about a year after seeing my now wife she hated bikes and wouldn't let her ex husband have a bike.
I picked her up on a bike for our first date....She had a ball.
 

JimyTheCook

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JIMMY !
Went ok I think, second round with the LED so better than the first...lol.
Got a bit displaced cuz of the whole doom n gloom COVID n being lock down, so did a lazy isolation grow...got time to do other stuff though.

iso grow about 1 1/2 weeks out.

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how you doing?
Yea things got abit wild there for abit good to see its mostly calmed down apart from vic coppin a smashin from it now. Being outta melb is great tho with less restrictions an all that.

Done well for a lazy grow haha looks frosty as,
From memory you were running critical kush an something from bodhi?.

Iv been good Ozy, better now i have more time to meself. So no complaints.
 

Cannabis cap

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Hey guys had family up and shit so anyway bad news 3 of the 4 where male but it's ok at least I got 1and it's been 2weeks 5 days since switch this is more to see if I can finish she looks healthy and the plant it's self is 1m hoping to pull something decent of it I got next lost sprouting I'll get more pics without light lil later but she looks healthy
 

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Rewerb

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A nice, calm, soothing musical interlude to ease you into your Friday night fuckers!! Welcome to my world right now.

Lyrics included for those disinclined to receive messages subliminally:

 

Rewerb

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Shakespeare put it another way in the mouth of Hamlet:

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.


'Might be time to break-out the hash oil right now......

Edit: Just in case anyone's worried that I might be suicidal right now, don't be. I will NEVER EVER take the coward's way out.

I just need to get some respite from this DESPICABLE CUNT that's in my head right now.
 
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beernutz

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Shakespeare put it another way in the mouth of Hamlet:

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.


'Might be time to break-out the hash oil right now......

Edit: Just in case anyone's worried that I might be suicidal right now, don't be. I will never take the coward's way out.
If you are Can you stream it live for us ?
 
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