-- Edited by The Krink on Wednesday 9th of October 2013 01:24:11 AM
Thunderwagon5000 said
9:31 AM, 10/09/13
Holy smokes. what next ? Apparently the Dutch are not quite as liberal on cannabis as some of us believed.
The Krink said
12:43 AM, 10/10/13
The more I think about it this "card" as it's really a "reach" for law enforcement. But then they make their living on the stupid. I'm going to pass on the "scratch'n'sniff pot-card" if one gets handed to me. Non-interest in anything unusual is the best course.
-- Edited by The Krink on Thursday 10th of October 2013 12:44:17 AM
Snippy said
10:53 AM, 10/10/13
They used to burn simulated marihuana at officially sanctioned university showings of Reefer Madness so folk like Cnippy would know what it smelt like.
It was a confirmatory experience to Cnippy. Seemed quite funny at the time for some reason, eh?
FMB said
2:59 PM, 10/10/13
Snippy wrote:
They used to burn simulated marihuana at officially sanctioned university showings of Reefer Madness so folk like Cnippy would know what it smelt like.
It was a confirmatory experience to Cnippy. Seemed quite funny at the time for some reason, eh?
What does it smell like.....?
Cy Valley said
6:41 PM, 10/10/13
FMB wrote:
What does it smell like.....?
Uke said
7:18 PM, 10/10/13
Snippy said
7:49 PM, 10/10/13
Guys!
It smells like what Cnippy thought it smelt like.
The Krink said
12:48 AM, 10/11/13
Snippy wrote:
Guys!
It smells like what Cnippy thought it smelt like.
It's possible to open up a baggie of MJ today with an "aroma" that
will make you "praise something".
-- Edited by The Krink on Friday 11th of October 2013 01:09:16 AM
Cy Valley said
3:16 AM, 10/11/13
I thought sure someone would put something like this up, if for no other reason than to do it for the heck of it. Sure, I know you can't smell it but . . .
Thunderwagon5000 said
4:10 PM, 10/12/13
Cy Valley wrote:
I thought sure someone would put something like this up, if for no other reason than to do it for the heck of it. Sure, I know you can't smell it but . . .
First time I saw that iconic historical commentary film you could smell some smells in the balcony of the theater where it was playing on a midnight double feature along with Jack Nicholson in Goin South. Some crazy bastards were smokin black hash mixed with tabaccy spliffs and drinkin Southern Comfort right outa the mickey bottles. The usher had suggested they might be asked to leave and the mindless ruffians said he might want to calm down and relax for the sake of the health of all concerned parties.
Uke said
6:06 PM, 10/12/13
Smokin' dope was a whole lot more phun when it was illegal! Speaking from experience!
Cy Valley said
7:31 PM, 10/12/13
TW5k, love your comments about the iconic historical commentary film.
Uke, confessed lawbreaker.
The Krink said
7:41 AM, 10/13/13
I was riding the AMTRAK Coast-Starlight from Seattle to Davis CA
(with bus connections to Sacramento) back in 1975. I was heading
to the "Gold-Cup Race of Champions" at "West Capital Speedway
in West Sacramento and that was pretty much all that was on my
mind when train departed Seattle. The train ride was pretty ordinary
until it got dark out...past Eugene Oregon and into the mountains.
I was riding in a domed-lounge-car for most of the evening as cig
smoking was still allowed. So sitting in the dome-seats looking
out the window about 11pm or so, I notice several passengers
decided to fire-up a joint which naturally caused other passengers
to pull-out their joints also. It wasn't long before the upper-level
of that dome-car was full of smoke. I think I had something ready to
smoke on me too so I joined in. About 10 minutes later a AMTRAK
crew member passed through and said "it sure smells good up here"
and kept on going. Many railroaders smoked pot until they couldnt.
Thanks to Rickey Gates and 1988 and the drug -testing era for railroad
workers. Not something to chance if you are interested in your career.
So on a railroad journey to Davis Ca. has me with this lovely Taurus
lady from Denver CO in San Francisco in the Haight-Ashbury district
in a friends Victorian Apartment. How can I forget that night.
Thunderwagon5000 said
3:02 PM, 10/13/13
Phukkin Rick Gates. I hate that stupid cocksucker. He was a Phukkin drunken retard and they were smokin PCP that night, too. Asshole.
"The smell of pot" is unmistakeable today.
Sophisticated growers have ventalation
systems that take care of any oder.
You cetainly want to keep the smell of this
as private as possible.
I thought initially that it would be fun to
"sniff" one of the cards and "what comes
to mind". Be interesting if it gets to that
in the States.
-- Edited by The Krink on Wednesday 9th of October 2013 01:24:11 AM
Holy smokes. what next ? Apparently the Dutch are not quite as liberal on cannabis as some of us believed.
The more I think about it this "card" as it's really a "reach" for law
enforcement. But then they make their living on the stupid.
I'm going to pass on the "scratch'n'sniff pot-card" if one gets
handed to me. Non-interest in anything unusual is the best
course.
-- Edited by The Krink on Thursday 10th of October 2013 12:44:17 AM
It was a confirmatory experience to Cnippy. Seemed quite funny at the time for some reason, eh?
What does it smell like.....?
It smells like what Cnippy thought it smelt like.
It's possible to open up a baggie of MJ today with an "aroma" that
will make you "praise something".
-- Edited by The Krink on Friday 11th of October 2013 01:09:16 AM
I thought sure someone would put something like this up, if for no other reason than to do it for the heck of it. Sure, I know you can't smell it but . . .
First time I saw that iconic historical commentary film you could smell some smells in the balcony of the theater where it was playing on a midnight double feature along with Jack Nicholson in Goin South. Some crazy bastards were smokin black hash mixed with tabaccy spliffs and drinkin Southern Comfort right outa the mickey bottles. The usher had suggested they might be asked to leave and the mindless ruffians said he might want to calm down and relax for the sake of the health of all concerned parties.
Uke, confessed lawbreaker.
(with bus connections to Sacramento) back in 1975. I was heading
to the "Gold-Cup Race of Champions" at "West Capital Speedway
in West Sacramento and that was pretty much all that was on my
mind when train departed Seattle. The train ride was pretty ordinary
until it got dark out...past Eugene Oregon and into the mountains.
I was riding in a domed-lounge-car for most of the evening as cig
smoking was still allowed. So sitting in the dome-seats looking
out the window about 11pm or so, I notice several passengers
decided to fire-up a joint which naturally caused other passengers
to pull-out their joints also. It wasn't long before the upper-level
of that dome-car was full of smoke. I think I had something ready to
smoke on me too so I joined in. About 10 minutes later a AMTRAK
crew member passed through and said "it sure smells good up here"
and kept on going. Many railroaders smoked pot until they couldnt.
Thanks to Rickey Gates and 1988 and the drug -testing era for railroad
workers. Not something to chance if you are interested in your career.
So on a railroad journey to Davis Ca. has me with this lovely Taurus
lady from Denver CO in San Francisco in the Haight-Ashbury district
in a friends Victorian Apartment. How can I forget that night.
Phukkin Rick Gates. I hate that stupid cocksucker. He was a Phukkin drunken retard and they were smokin PCP that night, too. Asshole.