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About This Page: This is a discussion on Reality Hipcheck within the LetsGoKings.com forums, at Los Angeles Kings Hockey Fan Forum. Originally Posted by Hatter
I got stoned with Chong. true story
Your Chinese food delivery person?
I say Doc goes back to Catalina, finds super moth and smokes a fatty with the moth...then offers some to his favorite Red WIngs fan friend to try and change his mind
I know someone who could make some killer brownies for Frozen Fury, if only he had a bag of weed.
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Originally Posted by mitchrock
Doug is a killer baker. Someone should supply him pronto.
We're doing brownies before going to the movies lately, and it's freakin' OUTSTANDING. GAAAAWD I love dem brownies. WAY better than smoking. And no pimply ticket-taker looking at you sideways cuz you baked in the car and are walking in drenched in eau de cronique. I'll be the Frozen Fury on joycakes would be even better. Do it, Duggo!!!!
Weed... The gift that keeps on giving. Nothing gets someone on my bright side quicker than breaking out the fatties.
Here's a quick story of my own.
When I moved from Vancouver to Calgary, I lost all my hookups and was hurting bad. A buddy from Van said that he knew of a potential hookup for me out in Cow town. He gives me a number to call, says that he doesn't know the guys name, but I am to call and simply say that "I am Shooters friend". Having no other alternatives other than having it mailed out (I did that for ages. Never had a hassle, but I didn't like the risks regardless)
So I call and a male voice answers. I simply tell him that I'm Shooter's buddy (whoever that is), and the guy instantly tells me to meet him in a hotel parking lot in an hour. I show up having no idea what to expect. I still hadn't even asked for anything, just said the one line, and he had told me what he would be driving; that was it.
I guess he must have noticed some guy sitting in his car waiting because saw me before I saw him. The next thing I know, some burly biker-looking dude is opening my car door. He doesn't get in, he just throws me a sack of weed. I ask him what I owe and he says nothing, because I'm 'Shooter's friend'. Then he left.
I never called back because I didn't want him to ever find out that I have no idea who the hell Shooter even was, alls I know is that he must be the man.
Thank you Shooter...
I dunno, but showing up in some random location at some random time to meet some random person who is supposed to give you a bag of who-knows-what, seems like a red flag should have been raised somewhere along the lines.
I dunno, but showing up in some random location at some random time to meet some random person who is supposed to give you a bag of who-knows-what, seems like a red flag should have been raised somewhere along the lines.
At least it turned out alright.
It was sketchy to say the least, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
I am from Vancouver so that means I can't be without. Like I mentioned before, I've gone through the mail and I've even brought on a plane, (Domestic flights only, and never in my carry on luggage. A Good buddy works in supervising baggage handlers and assured me that it's safe on domestic flights through the airline he works for.)
I'll do anything for the green love of my life. It's also one of the main reasons that I'm not working as a police officer right now.