reggaerican
Well-Known Member
yup the younger generation will smoke strait booboo
Damn that sounds like a GREAT time!hi guys i'm a 28 yr old female- been smoking (mostly bongs) since i was 14. Best session ever was at my cousins house when i was about 22, he was about 35 . Enter 3 silver haired guys( 75-82) they sit down , 2 at the table one in the rocking chair, i'm trying to hide my bong and bucket with my stash when the oldest guy 82- looks at my cousin and asks i quote " where's the doobie kids?" thinking he's joking i laugh but then my cousin pulls one out, lights it and passes it to the oldest guy, he puffed his awesome old ass off then asked who my grandpa was lol, ends up they went to school together lol.
And every 5 yrs at my families reunion all the smokers, my cousins, aunts and uncles all burn together and tell stories, its soooo much fun. people from 18 to 60 burning together is amazing!!!!
I agreeShit, i'm 18 and i hate smoking with people my own age. Most of them act like they know everything about the wonderful plant, but when you confront them with facts and prove them wrong they get pissed. And some of those "kids" my age act like fucking retards when they take one good bong hit from some bunk shit and cough their asses off...
I like smoking with chill people really, dont care unless they are little punk kids...
Age really doesnt matter its a maturity issue.
Lol I'm 21 and I say this as wellim 44 and been smoking since i was 13 ,
i only have one thing to say to the younger crowd ,, ,
please pull your pants up! lol
You know, that stuff thats tied to a stick.whats a thai stick
I prefer blends, man. Like, mostly Maui Wowie, with a little Labrador in it, man.You know, that stuff thats tied to a stick.
Yes! I knew someone would get it. +rep for knowin your stoner movies.I prefer blends, man. Like, mostly Maui Wowie, with a little Labrador in it, man.
GREAT stories haha I hope the parents of the kids at the slumber party werent notified of said missing browniesOld time smoker, from the inception. I enjoy smoking with my young brothers and sisters, and it's just like any conversation, talk to each other respectfully. I had one daughter that chose the rode that walk's a little on the wild side, and when she was 13 she was screwing up with some low life's, huffers, sniffers, and the like.
One night, i took her out for a ride, and came out of the hemp closet with her. It blew up her head, she had no idea. I sparked her first j with her that night, and told her i would supply modest weekend stash to her if she would embrace the life in a healthy manner.
Because i was straight with her about mj and other such, she respected my opinion on the destructive path she had been on with the losers. Mom and dad taught her how to judge weed, make a buy as safe as possible and onward.
She grew up real fine, a hippy chick 25 years too late. Married well, and bonus points, dad has a well trained connection to the market in a more active age group.
My other daughter has tried it, but it was not her thing. She was always in that generation x that stresses on successes in business, but she's fine too.
Last story, the older business-like daughter and little hippy daughter were 2 years apart. They were both teens when dad starts noticing missing stash (both know our lifestyle now), but i call family meet about the missing weed, addressing hippy daughter mostly, when straight daughter blurts i did it dad, but it's ok. I wasn't smoking it, i was selling it, see (shows me a wad of cash).
Only time raising them i did not know what to say.
One other thing. No matter how well you hide your pot brownies, kids will find them and eat them all. I know this from a slumber party the girls had a 10 and 12.
I do hate it when old guys ramble on a lot though.
I know what you mean about those Alaskan summers. You can stay out drinking till 4 or 5 in the morning and think its 4 or 5 in the evening.to assasinofyouth420:
I was 12 years old when "Up In Smoke" came out in 1978. But loved listening to Cheech & Chong on my friends vinyl LP's & 8-tracks and my tape cassettes.
My best friend & I drove our bikes across town to the movie theater that was showing it on a sunny Saturday evening (Summer in Alaska means daylight late into the night).
In those days even a 12 year old could buy a ticket to an "R" rated movie and watch it unsupervised.
Shoot, I could also buy cigarettes at the neighborhood corner store without hassle, too.
With a note from my parents I could even pick up booze for them.
Alaska during the Oil Boom was a cool place to grow up.