cannabiscrusader
Well-Known Member
It is time for the pine.
Time to get back to the roots of it all. The skunk, the pine, and the gas. The holy trinity. I'm dating myself, but there was no berry weed when I was a kid. You never knew the strain either. If you did, the dude was making it up.
You asked for a bag of weed, that's what you got. Dude asked how much you wanted, that was it. It was either skunk, gas, or pine. The earthy kush was non existent in my small circle.
Now I'm looking for those terps and effects of those years, as I'm sure anyone who smoked these strains then would be. If you don't know first hand, you soon will. My search led me to a few flips of hope, and a man with a plan.
First things first, let's see where those nl x romulan went to. Where's my chippy
Over by the furnace you say? Let's get closer
Why is your desk so messy?
Holy crap man, get your shit together!
In the red thing? Ok..
She keeps that lid tight
Oohhh, here we go
Sick! I make great decisions when I'm stoned
Tuck you back in, and Pats for Patrick.
Join me, won't you, as we grow these beans out and make a double metric butt ton McTwist of f2's.
Pine Time Is De Right Time
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