Jesus creeping ****. I have 384 nursery plants in trays of (10) 4" pots ea. bristling for their freedom between my driveway and garage. Meanwhile, on Monday, we woke up to a few inches of snow and twenty-something degrees. Also, I was almost out of weed but my tolerance is so through the roof anyhow that I'd have to be in a burning house of hemp to catch a buzz. That means a grueling regime of cleansing is necessary to reset my marijuana receptors. It sucks. It's like a pothead's version of a period...or something like that.
I was going to quit but I decided to get high instead so I went to the weed store. Unbeknownst to me, It was "420" which is like pothead New Year...or something like that. When I went to get my O.Z. of cheap weed, the young hippie said he upgraded me to "Purple Kush" (which is literally purple) and told me I won a bong. Here it is:
Oddly, I'm 63-years-old, I started smoking weed at when I was at Woodstock back in '69, and this is the first bong I have ever owned. Needless to say, I have been in a purple haze ever since.
So, like I said, I woke up to 3" of snow and 20 degrees on Monday. I was going to drive over to the coast and hurl myself off the bridge to Canada but, you know, I hate the cold and traffic so I figured I'd tough it out. Good thing too. Wednesday it was like 80 and I mowed the lawn. That's how fast things change up here. It goes from tundra to jungle in 48 hours.
Anyhow, I got to get these flowers released into the wild. It's becoming a logistical problem. Maybe I'll buy some hash. I bet that hippie could hook me up. I think he's gay for me or something.
I grew these bicthes in my basement. Here in Michigan, we have learned that with the advances in LED lighting technology, we don't have to end up like the Donner Party during winters like these. Growing flowers under lights is a much healthier way to channel the angst of cabin fever than...say...eating the dead...at least I think so.
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