Baking marijuana into food

what about the guy (not sure if it's true or not) who thought he was an orange and hid in a closet for fear of being juiced or peeled or some shit? :lol:

i can't imagine how something could affect the brain like that, 'swhat makes me wanna try it. my first attempt failed since the blotters appeared to be simply pieces of fucking paper with no lysergic soaked in to em. fuck that. least i didnt pay for it
 
i was always too much of a wuss to try it. i know how fucked up my mind is and knew i'd have a bad trip. plus i don't like the idea of being fucked up for more than a few hours.

have done laced w33d before though, not sure if that counts as the same thing but i saw some trippy shit. :dopey:
 
my friend used to hallucinate off of regular weed. closed-eye shit, but he'd be sitting there talking out loud to people for like half an hour..sounds like he had some fun adventures! i was so goddamn jealous

my mind is pretty normal (i believe) and my family doesn't seem to have any history of mental illness, pretty sound people. my girlfriend has a history of depression, alcoholism, suicidal tendencies in her family... i guess she should stay away? but then who the hell do i do them with? not like i KNOW other people or anything :loco:
 
Its different every time for me. The more ripped I get the trippier it usually is. Best was the time I went on a mystical journey and disappeared into the woods and 'came to' about 6 hours later just as I walked back into camp.
 
the first time I did it I was walking around with my buds in Perlacher Forst in Munich and then this bicycle built for two rode by us, ridden by two guys in identical black suits, legs moving in perfect synchronization. We all stood there and finally my bud Felix turns around and says...."whoa." we all fell about and then decided to go play frisbee. then we decided to see who could come up with the most outrageous statement. This guy we called Truck was silent for a while and then he pointed out this dog across the field, and he says, "say fellas...is that a boy dog? because there's nothing I'd like to feel more right now than the front of my balls banging up against the back of his." :lol:
 
lizard said:
This guy we called Truck was silent for a while and then he pointed out this dog across the field, and he says, "say fellas...is that a boy dog? because there's nothing I'd like to feel more right now than the front of my balls banging up against the back of his." :lol:
bwaaaaaahahahahahaha
 
lizard said:
This guy we called Truck was silent for a while and then he pointed out this dog across the field, and he says, "say fellas...is that a boy dog? because there's nothing I'd like to feel more right now than the front of my balls banging up against the back of his." :lol:

he won i'm guessing?
 
I'm experimenting with the new UM features. it's a test, and I meant to do that
:)

yeah, truck always won our contests. once we went to the campus bar and we were talking and this drunk chick walks up and looks him up and down (he was a weightlifter so he was pretty ripped, in more ways than one.)

she says, "I don't think I've ever met you before."

he looks at us with a funny grin which told us something was coming.

he says back to her, "good...let's keep it that way."



I treasure these memories because you see, he was dead from exposure at age 22 in the alps above Oberammergau.
 
i'm actually in a worse mood now, damnit!

farewell truck, we knew thee well (or not at all, as the case may be)


why haven't any of my friends died? are you like 65 years old by any chance?
 
Demilich said:
:( poor Truck

once he gave an oral report on dinosaurs while he was stoned on hashhish, replete with growls, pawing the floor, and topping it all off by saying, "the (heh heh) dinosaurs were constantly prowling, in a never ending search for (and here he began yelling mournfully) MORE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

I think that was the same class where I was stoned and couldn't spell Lake Winnipesaukee:)