hmmm, im sittting here scratching my head right now... i just,... well my light lens just... ok heres the story, grab a bong. So ive been trying to increase my rooms ability to make more of the ganja that i love so much, as in to be more efficent without going over limits blah blah. the room used to be open, I got some of that white plastic (i know i know i shoulda got the shiny stuff but ya) and hung it so that now i have a like 6ish x 6ish room and all those lumens (photons rather) are bouncing around in there instead of flying off into wherever, tight. Then tonight Im looking up at my light lens and im like DIRTY!! so I (keep in mind shes been on for 8 hrs now and is nice and toasty) decide to clean it. nbd. The hood is like the cheap one you get for the package deal 1000 thing we all got when we started (new hood soon, not because of this) with, so im holding the hot glass w my hand inside my hoodie arm, or will be once i get this screw out right?
Chef stands perched precariously on the edge of the table with one hand under a large hot sheet of tempered glass. "uh, I should have someone here to help cuz if this doesnt happen pretty much perfect, somebody gonna die
..." Chef continues dispite somehow already knowing the outcome.. the impossibily small screw cross threads itsself with one thread to go. The glass has stared to get hot and Chef is starting to sweat. the glass is about to fall out of the hood and the metal bracket is about to slice through the canopy, disaster looms.. Shit, if this mother fucker pops out and the bracket goes im fuct and the deahdead is fuct, uh, shit, fuck, damnit i gotta back everything up. ya thats good. get help later fro..
mid outloud thought the screw lets go, and the bracket and the hot sheet of tempered glass go at the same time making any saves next to impossible without disastrerous side affect. Snap, swoosh, snip, pop, crack, ting, BOOM!!! The bracket has sickeled through the deadhead og and the light lens has careened through the chem. Chef is now standing over a saddening enraging humbeling horribile sight... "..." "..." "no...."
Chem is destroyed completely by the glass guillitene, dh stands a wounded warroir. Chef runs over to his crushed child and picks up her broken body... he hangs his head and the lights slowly go dim (curtain: red w godfather theme) applause... Thank you, thank you... I'd like to thank my ganja which always inspires and humbles me and all of the RIUers for making this possibile. This is a true story and we lost a good lady and she should be remembered so lets all smoke one to "KIM" and her funkyness that I wish everyone coulda been a part of... haha and as the christians always say "When God makes you drop a hotass piece of glass on one plant he gives you another to replace it with", err, they say that right???
so Tahoe gets to stay
peas and carrots