Yet another reason to be wary of drugs! What does 23 grams look like?
That's slightly less than an ounce, though I'm not sure what volume an ounce of ass-compressed marijuana would take up.
Well, look at you. All dressed up in big sister's clothes.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 28, 2008 5:44:13 am PST #2081 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Sparky1 - Feb 28, 2008 5:45:26 am PST #2082 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
I guess you are supposed to impress on your friends and family that pounds and pounds of pot, while a generous gift, is perhaps not the wisest thing to send through the mail.
I bet Cashmere's fellow could start an ass pot delivery business.
My DH is rolling his eyes at me because I just booked us tickets (with miles) for Thanksgiving in Los Angeles with the sister that won't eat bananas. We are not planning compatible, my DH and I, but he admits that we actually get to do stuff because I plan, rather than never get around to planning like he does.
hippocampus - Feb 28, 2008 5:50:14 am PST #2083 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
rather than never get around to planning like he does.
omg they're related. this means what, exactly?
Sparky1 - Feb 28, 2008 5:53:19 am PST #2084 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
omg they're related. this means what, exactly?
Your DH and my DH? It probably means we should never leave them alone in a room to compare notes about us. Have you taught I-girl to spy on Daddy, yet?
Strega - Feb 28, 2008 5:58:57 am PST #2085 of 10001
Yikes, Allyson. I'm glad you're okay. That's scary.
I'm surprised to see so many (any!!) people not liking potatoes, mashed or otherwise.Me too. My nephew hates them and I'd assumed he was a mutant. Though I feel bad for him because my SIL is from the "one bite of everything" school. And because I was a fussy and incredibly pigheaded child, it makes me twitch. So when they get into it, I have bad backseat-parenting thoughts. Not that I say anything, but I worry that she can read my mind.
A co-worker was very keen on chocolate covered pretzels, so I tried one. I think my reaction was, "Wow, that's a very effective way to ruin both chocolate and pretzels." I guess I'm not a fan of flavor contrasts.
Jars - Feb 28, 2008 5:59:00 am PST #2086 of 10001
Ass marijuana is nothing. My friend's mom works with junkies, and one of them used to keep her stash in an ulcerated sore in her leg.
hippocampus - Feb 28, 2008 5:59:21 am PST #2087 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Have you taught I-girl to spy on Daddy, yet?
yeah. that would work.
Aims - Feb 28, 2008 6:03:12 am PST #2088 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
"Wow, that's a very effective way to ruin both chocolate and pretzels."
Hee. Whereas I'm from the school of thought that says, "Perfect delivery of two of my favorite things! Nom nom nom."
Nutty - Feb 28, 2008 6:04:11 am PST #2089 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
one of them used to keep her stash in an ulcerated sore in her leg.
In the annals of "how to keepyour ulcerated sore ulcerating..."
hippocampus - Feb 28, 2008 6:04:47 am PST #2090 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
"Perfect delivery of two of my favorite things! Nom nom nom."
that is what I need. Chocolate covered potato chips from Reading Terminal Market. Brought to me by a shirtless Hugh Jackman. Or Captain Jack. Whichever.