DudeLebowski
New Member
So it seems everywhere i live there's one of these lovely creatures...
They seem to be docile and kind at first, offering free beers, cigarettes(if you smoke them) rides to the store...All things one would expect in a friend...
And then it seems that every time you're cracking your jar, wrinkling a baggie, spinning a grinder, or loading a bong.....BUHHHHHH GAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
from under the couch! behind the fridge! outa the bathroom! WEED HAWK.
The hawk tends to soar in, silently and slowly...usually with a yawn or stretch involved..some weird compulsion that the hawks cant seem to shake, these 'rituals' tend to differ between hawks, but all hawks have their own tick.
Before you know it half your doob/blunt or bowl pack has just been graciously shared with a now fleeting Weed Hawk who leaves with a siren call...BUH-GAW!(usually pronounced 'Peace Nigga I'm High')
SO!
down to buisness.
Do i shoot down these birds of prey, cold shoulder them,
or simply tell them to back off and buy some themselves?
I dont mind sharing, but i cant get the lid off my mason jar with out the scurrying of feet and flapping of gums about how someone didnt get that big of a hit last time....A ride to the gas station for pig-snacks and brew-ha's only goes so far right?
please help before i make ed gein look like an alright guy.
...has anyone else encountered hawks of this sort?
They seem to be docile and kind at first, offering free beers, cigarettes(if you smoke them) rides to the store...All things one would expect in a friend...
And then it seems that every time you're cracking your jar, wrinkling a baggie, spinning a grinder, or loading a bong.....BUHHHHHH GAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
from under the couch! behind the fridge! outa the bathroom! WEED HAWK.
The hawk tends to soar in, silently and slowly...usually with a yawn or stretch involved..some weird compulsion that the hawks cant seem to shake, these 'rituals' tend to differ between hawks, but all hawks have their own tick.
Before you know it half your doob/blunt or bowl pack has just been graciously shared with a now fleeting Weed Hawk who leaves with a siren call...BUH-GAW!(usually pronounced 'Peace Nigga I'm High')
SO!
down to buisness.
Do i shoot down these birds of prey, cold shoulder them,
or simply tell them to back off and buy some themselves?
I dont mind sharing, but i cant get the lid off my mason jar with out the scurrying of feet and flapping of gums about how someone didnt get that big of a hit last time....A ride to the gas station for pig-snacks and brew-ha's only goes so far right?
please help before i make ed gein look like an alright guy.
...has anyone else encountered hawks of this sort?