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![]() But given his pathological mendacity and utter incompetence, I’ll believe it when I see it. 🌿 (There isn’t a marijuana emoji) |
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![]() Please stop spraying it with Paraquat! That was a chant I learned from Time Magazine years back after Reagan waged war on Mexican pot farms with illegal aerial spraying programs. |
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![]() So the little fairie emoji is best for absinthe. Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder. Weird how some of the emojis I selected were changed in GK. Potted plant is obvious. Peacock far less so. Taco doesn’t really work. 4:30 is close to 4:20. Then finally pot needs a flag, like maybe a green peace symbol. Did green peace already adopt that? |
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![]() I never smoked it in high school or college, though encountered in in college for the first time as some dorm rooms smelled like brush fires. My first roommate would spark up his bong in our room from time to time. I never ratted him out. But back then I could have. Now I wouldn’t unless I knew someone was causing problems over it. I did finally smoke it a few times post college. It never had any effect on me, except one pot brownie that made me paranoid psychotic. Like in reefer madness. I was convinced I was going to die, and had been comatose for decades. I kept pleading with my wife not to unplug my life support, though barely an hour had passed. The trouble was, I couldn’t explain that I wasn’t a vegetable, that I was still aware and could think even though I clearly couldn’t communicate. I’m not sure how I confused my living room with a psychiatric hospital ward. But I just knew they were preparing to unplug me. It was doubly strange because I didn’t think pot should have that kind of effect. It was like it had been laced with something evil. Turns out I was just a drama queen. We know this because my wife had eaten the larger half. The after effects were that I was deeply concerned about the bill for the ambulance and paramedics. Fortunately I was never billed, despite all the people and the firetruck coming out to save me. After they were able to check my pulse and blood pressure they told my wife we should just enjoy the rest of our day. I hugged her and cried for a long time, both out of worry about losing my home (I couldn’t afford the bills I expected) and relief that I was going to live. It was a real emotional experience, one I would highly recommend to anyone who found their political views growing too conservative. |
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![]() They did though. Robert actually swore off of pot after he ate one of my cookies at a Steely Dan concert years ago… he stuck with alcohol until he got a dui. Now he drinks tea. 🤣🤣 |