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Jill NYC
Portable Hoarder
True that.
But... if pretty much everyone tells you that you are arguing, (you need to stay away from everyone) you may want to check yourself.
grampa_herb
Epstein didn't kill himself
I'll stay out of this argument.
I was in a dysfunctional relationship once where many arguments took place. My SO suggested recording our arguments so we could replay to see what was actually said in the heat of the moment. It turned out one of us had a vastly superior memory, so the experiment ended, and the relationship did not last long.
BabyFacedFinster
Anything worth doing, is worth overdoing.
I didn't think additive free rosin carts were possible yet? So the cartridges don't clog from the waxes in the rosin? We don't have them around here but would love to buy some empty cartridges.
It takes incredible quality hash as the starting material but there's very minimal waxes in rosin of that quality.
Dablogic and Blue River are the most notable brands I can think of, both have lots of interesting info on their instagram page. Blue River actually has a proprietaty solventless method of completely removing the wax lipids. Others do "jar tech" - and Dablogic does a unique low temperature press under 100F to obtain what they call High Terpene Solventless Hash Oil.
BabyFacedFinster
Anything worth doing, is worth overdoing.
Damn, that sounds awesome. I just noticed one local dispensary selling live resin cartridges. I need to try that.
Lol I honestly think I like a really good live resin cartridge more than my hardcore e-nail setup
I made a little water pipe adapter to use sauce carts with my rig, it's the Peak killer for sure!
ChooChooCharlie
Well-Known Member
Men are from Mars Attacks !
But why so few female aliens?
And, when they do appear, their object of affection is horribly misdirected
But why so few female aliens?
And, when they do appear, their object of affection is horribly misdirected
Tranquility
Well-Known Member
I heard it with Baptists.
Baptists never make love standing up. They're afraid someone might see them and think they're dancing.
--Lewis Grizzard
--Lewis Grizzard
Are you implying, Sir, that Baptists are NOT Good Christians?
Tranquility
Well-Known Member
They'll tell you they're better than those other cults.
Certainly better than the Paptist ancestry from which I originate. I can't quite remember if we are supposed to drink the blood of babies, or some other weirdness. And Irish! We dance only with our legs: are torsos are stiff, like we tend to be after a few too many Irish whiskeys.
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Tranquility
Well-Known Member
Me too! Damn Papist's, I protest!
Poostuff
Please delete
I’ve often wondered if guys with really long dicks can pee further than guys with regular sized ones.
I could see this being an advantage in certain situations.
I wonder if it’s the same as how a rifle will shoot a bullet further than a pistol because of the longer barrel.
I could see this being an advantage in certain situations.
I wonder if it’s the same as how a rifle will shoot a bullet further than a pistol because of the longer barrel.
His_Highness
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king
My random thought for the day.....how often?
Buzzbomb Almighty
Well-Known Member
It's the blood of the space god, and the Irish were forbidden to raise a hand to an Englishman, so dancing with arms down is actually a bit cheeky. Step-dancing went damned near everywhere the fiddle went, and the fiddle went everywhere.
And embraced by many cultures during the Irish Diaspora, The Potato Famine.
Tranquility
Well-Known Member
So now I got this druken Irish junkie who wants to kill me...
(Sorry, the only clip I found was crap.)
John Belushi: Thank you, thank you very much. Well it’s come that time again, St. Patrick’s Day has come and gone and well the sons of Ireland are basking in the glow. When I think of Ireland I think a lot of colorful Irish expressions like, “Top of the morning to ya,” “Kiss the barney stone,” “May the road rise to meet ya,” “May you be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you’re dead,” “I’d like to smash you in the face with my shalalee,” “Danny-boy,” “Bhagora,” “Wail of the banshee,” and “Whiskey for the leprechauns, whisky for the leprechauns.” But the expression I think most people identify with the Irish, is, of course, the luck of the Irish.
The luck of the Irish. Sure. Let’s say you’re in a pub somewhere in Ireland, oh, anywhere in Ireland, some guy comes up to you and says, “Hey is that a bomb on you I hear ticking?” And then BAM!!! Your small intestines are on the ceiling and your brains are on your car across the street. That’s the luck of the Irish for ya, who’s kidding who, okay?
Let’s talk about the bad luck of the Irish, all right? How about this, POTATO FAMINE!! How about that? It scares them, doesn’t it? Well it should. That’s why they came here in the first place. So they wouldn’t have to work in the potato fields. That’s why they became politicians, priests, and cops. Luck? Gimme a break.
I got a friend, his name is Dan Sullivan, he’s Irish as they come. We used to drink together a lot. After two drinks, he would look like an Irish pirate. You know? You think he had luck? In one day he got his car stolen, and the stupid, he had no insurance, and no license, and he gets locked up for being drunk. And after that, he takes off for someplace like India or Nepal, or someplace like that. And his mother dies, ya know, so they wire him to tell him to come to the funeral. It’s his mother’s funeral, that’s all. And he’s in India or Nepal, sitting squat-legged listening to some sacred cow. So he comes back and he gets stopped at U.S. Customs for trafficking illegal drugs, not holding, he’s trafficking. I mean, here’s this guy Sullivan, his old lady kicks off, he gets popped at the border and he’s sitting on fifty pounds of black Tibetan finger hash and two keys of slam. Now that’s not bad luck, that’s DUMB luck. I don’t think luck has anything to do with it, I don’t think he has any brains at all. First of all, he’s drunk, then he’s a junkie. I don’t know what’s worse. Don’t ask me, ask Sullivan. And what happens? He calls me up and says, “Hey man, I got busted at the border. I need five grand bail.” I said, I said, “Five grand man!? Hey man, I’ve never even seen five thousand dollars in my life, so don’t ask me for it, man, why don’t you ask your mother!!” Which was a dumb thing for me to say because his mother just died. Right now, I got this drunken Irish junkie who wants to kill me because of what I said about his mother being in terminal dreamland. Oh pal. One thing! One thing!!! They love their mothers, boy, oh they love their mothers. It’s momma this, momma that. Oh my Irish mother! Ireland must be heaven, because my mother.. aauugghhh! Aaauugghhh!!!
The luck of the Irish. Sure. Let’s say you’re in a pub somewhere in Ireland, oh, anywhere in Ireland, some guy comes up to you and says, “Hey is that a bomb on you I hear ticking?” And then BAM!!! Your small intestines are on the ceiling and your brains are on your car across the street. That’s the luck of the Irish for ya, who’s kidding who, okay?
Let’s talk about the bad luck of the Irish, all right? How about this, POTATO FAMINE!! How about that? It scares them, doesn’t it? Well it should. That’s why they came here in the first place. So they wouldn’t have to work in the potato fields. That’s why they became politicians, priests, and cops. Luck? Gimme a break.
I got a friend, his name is Dan Sullivan, he’s Irish as they come. We used to drink together a lot. After two drinks, he would look like an Irish pirate. You know? You think he had luck? In one day he got his car stolen, and the stupid, he had no insurance, and no license, and he gets locked up for being drunk. And after that, he takes off for someplace like India or Nepal, or someplace like that. And his mother dies, ya know, so they wire him to tell him to come to the funeral. It’s his mother’s funeral, that’s all. And he’s in India or Nepal, sitting squat-legged listening to some sacred cow. So he comes back and he gets stopped at U.S. Customs for trafficking illegal drugs, not holding, he’s trafficking. I mean, here’s this guy Sullivan, his old lady kicks off, he gets popped at the border and he’s sitting on fifty pounds of black Tibetan finger hash and two keys of slam. Now that’s not bad luck, that’s DUMB luck. I don’t think luck has anything to do with it, I don’t think he has any brains at all. First of all, he’s drunk, then he’s a junkie. I don’t know what’s worse. Don’t ask me, ask Sullivan. And what happens? He calls me up and says, “Hey man, I got busted at the border. I need five grand bail.” I said, I said, “Five grand man!? Hey man, I’ve never even seen five thousand dollars in my life, so don’t ask me for it, man, why don’t you ask your mother!!” Which was a dumb thing for me to say because his mother just died. Right now, I got this drunken Irish junkie who wants to kill me because of what I said about his mother being in terminal dreamland. Oh pal. One thing! One thing!!! They love their mothers, boy, oh they love their mothers. It’s momma this, momma that. Oh my Irish mother! Ireland must be heaven, because my mother.. aauugghhh! Aaauugghhh!!!
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