I'm up here in MI hangin' out with my sister, and she kept talking about how bad ass 'the farm' was. I'm thinkin', I love farms and all, but the last thing I want to do is spend the weekend in the middle of nowhere cold as fuck. Holy shit was I wrong. We show up to this place, I walk in, and there's a bad ass Saloon attached to the house with a fully stocked bar. The owner made it all HERself. In fact, her house burnt down a couple years ago and she built the place from the ground up. Turns out she's also a toker! She turns around, pours me a nice pint of Bud, hands me a pipe full of bud, and grabs her shot glass full of hash while she's at it! I smoke the bud and I'm like... damn this is some nice earthy outdoor shit. Then I smoke the hash....... hoooollly shit that was some good hash! Out comes the phone, and I get to see the plant it came from. Seymore buds was her name. Why is this thread even fucking here? Well this thing had a 5" fucking trunk, and was 8 fucking feet wide. It was so heavy she had to support all the branches. Over the next couple hours I probably had about 10 beers, and we smoked probably an 8th. What a fucking night that was. I was also not allowed to leave with any pictures for obvious reasons.
[quote name='"NorCalPiff"']this story is just as bad now as the first time i read it.[/quote] Try a third time brah
[quote name='"NorCalPiff"']whatever yo. it is what it is.[/quote] I came into this thread for the sole reason of saying the following. Whatever yo
[quote name='"BlazinStangs"'] I came into this thread for the sole reason of saying the following. Whatever yo[/quote] Ok? ......whatever yo.