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Another Crappy Day in Paradise..... Do it Again.
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Thick as a Brick
Thick as a Brick
Do you really want to do this?
Yes and No.
Depending if yes can hold out til' this post gets done. If no wins, it will never see the light of day.
I'm not used to self censoring, nor am I particularly good at it. But there is ALL kinds of shaddyness going down as the vultures gather to start the division of what used to be our livelyhood. And I have been sworn to silence.... both contractually, and by various friends, all with visions of grandeur.
OK... If I do this.... Fuck it.... It's gonna get posted.
Jack..... Let me guess. Still wet there? Thanks for the chuckle. Just throw that fucker in some dirt!
Really don't mind if I sit this one out.
Make this easy. There's my answer. Thank You, Jethro. There will be more said as this mess sorts itself out, but between you and me.....
The lawyers are gonna get rich. What else is new?
See, what happens is when you create an oligopoly from scratch like they are trying to do, is that EVERYBODY that got shut out.... their only path to the money is through the courts.
My words but a whisper, your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel, but I can't make you THINK.
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink.
The offer goes something like this;
We'll pay you slightly more money (aka taxable income) for you to allow us to stripmine your brain. After we are done with you, or you fail to produce the quality and quantity we want, or we find someone who will do it cheaper, whichever comes first..... out you go. Hang on. Since we are getting rid of you we might as well get rid of all our other problems too. So we'll just hang them on you on the way through the door.
Now think about what you get to return to. Since you were Mr Legitimate, your current trip is over. Since you were the public face that put a whole shitload of patients into a place where they gotta now buy their weed from where you used to work instead of getting it for free from us..... You will not be well liked.
And you live on a FUCKIN' ISLAND!!!! My guess would not be for much longer though.
So you ride yourselves over the fields, and
you make all your animal deals, and
your wise men don't know how it feels.
To be thick as a brick.
That said....
It may work. But I don't see how. Either way, work or not, our days are numbered. In order for the dispensaries to thrive, we gotta go. They already are taking away our caregiver plants. Get ready for hard Green Harvests. We'll go back to the old days. With one difference. I doubt anyone will be going to jail for growing a shitload of plants. The new way, my guess is fuck the cards, who needs them? All they are gonna do is tell the cops where to look. Enclose everything, no plants visible, a yard full of dogs to make them stop at the fence, then tell them to come back with a warrant. Make them work, they will use their resources on the legal growers.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
So Casper, That is just the start of the haps....
The rest you know. After four wet years, now we get a dry one. This Summer sucked. So now it gets good, but a day late, a dollar short.
Wifey should be back tonight. Back with a new PHONE!!!! Jebuz knows I wasn't gonna spring for one, so she did. Since I will undoubtedly find it on my card.... I should be able to use it. So the pics here should get better.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels,
To be thick as a brick.
Harvest is done. Whoda thunk it took this path? I guess if life hands you lemons you make lemonade, and if life hands you wet, rained on weed, well.... You make a lotta wax. My ripoff friend, let's just call him Baby Huey, has paid me one more visit a few weeks back. Both wifey and I were not home.... but there was nothing left to steal. So they took a couple of young tops and left. I'm sure they did notice that the ENTIRE gulch has been replanted..... so they have an idea when to return. And since I now have time on my hands..... stay tuned.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head, and
say it's a shame.
Yes, Everything is replanted. Why the hell not? It's a safe bet that anything cloned put in the dirt beginning of November will be flowered and done flowered by Christmas. Bring one more small bait harvest in right before the new year.... or at least that is the plan.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
Thick as a Brick
Do you really want to do this?
Yes and No.
Depending if yes can hold out til' this post gets done. If no wins, it will never see the light of day.
I'm not used to self censoring, nor am I particularly good at it. But there is ALL kinds of shaddyness going down as the vultures gather to start the division of what used to be our livelyhood. And I have been sworn to silence.... both contractually, and by various friends, all with visions of grandeur.
OK... If I do this.... Fuck it.... It's gonna get posted.
Jack..... Let me guess. Still wet there? Thanks for the chuckle. Just throw that fucker in some dirt!
Really don't mind if I sit this one out.
Make this easy. There's my answer. Thank You, Jethro. There will be more said as this mess sorts itself out, but between you and me.....
The lawyers are gonna get rich. What else is new?
See, what happens is when you create an oligopoly from scratch like they are trying to do, is that EVERYBODY that got shut out.... their only path to the money is through the courts.
My words but a whisper, your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel, but I can't make you THINK.
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink.
The offer goes something like this;
We'll pay you slightly more money (aka taxable income) for you to allow us to stripmine your brain. After we are done with you, or you fail to produce the quality and quantity we want, or we find someone who will do it cheaper, whichever comes first..... out you go. Hang on. Since we are getting rid of you we might as well get rid of all our other problems too. So we'll just hang them on you on the way through the door.
Now think about what you get to return to. Since you were Mr Legitimate, your current trip is over. Since you were the public face that put a whole shitload of patients into a place where they gotta now buy their weed from where you used to work instead of getting it for free from us..... You will not be well liked.
And you live on a FUCKIN' ISLAND!!!! My guess would not be for much longer though.
So you ride yourselves over the fields, and
you make all your animal deals, and
your wise men don't know how it feels.
To be thick as a brick.
That said....
It may work. But I don't see how. Either way, work or not, our days are numbered. In order for the dispensaries to thrive, we gotta go. They already are taking away our caregiver plants. Get ready for hard Green Harvests. We'll go back to the old days. With one difference. I doubt anyone will be going to jail for growing a shitload of plants. The new way, my guess is fuck the cards, who needs them? All they are gonna do is tell the cops where to look. Enclose everything, no plants visible, a yard full of dogs to make them stop at the fence, then tell them to come back with a warrant. Make them work, they will use their resources on the legal growers.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
So Casper, That is just the start of the haps....
The rest you know. After four wet years, now we get a dry one. This Summer sucked. So now it gets good, but a day late, a dollar short.
Wifey should be back tonight. Back with a new PHONE!!!! Jebuz knows I wasn't gonna spring for one, so she did. Since I will undoubtedly find it on my card.... I should be able to use it. So the pics here should get better.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels,
To be thick as a brick.
Harvest is done. Whoda thunk it took this path? I guess if life hands you lemons you make lemonade, and if life hands you wet, rained on weed, well.... You make a lotta wax. My ripoff friend, let's just call him Baby Huey, has paid me one more visit a few weeks back. Both wifey and I were not home.... but there was nothing left to steal. So they took a couple of young tops and left. I'm sure they did notice that the ENTIRE gulch has been replanted..... so they have an idea when to return. And since I now have time on my hands..... stay tuned.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head, and
say it's a shame.
Yes, Everything is replanted. Why the hell not? It's a safe bet that anything cloned put in the dirt beginning of November will be flowered and done flowered by Christmas. Bring one more small bait harvest in right before the new year.... or at least that is the plan.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
That's so fucked up with the rippers. how do they keep getting past your dogs, Dawg???
you need an Ohana in that gulch occupied when the weed's ripe and some real man eaters on 24 hour patrol.
what about fencing the patch with dogs locked in with the plants?
they gotta have plans for your stash and cash man, be safe and buy lots more bigger dogs please.
sounds like that legal job is better suited for a young Haole, young, dumb, full of cum, and willing to put in 80 hours a week growing on a salary while the owner worries where to hide his millions in cash.
it will take a few years for the medical to affect your black market there I think.
the folks breaking into the green rush are a bunch of tools who don't understand how hard it is to produce great weed consistently.
they are clueless as to how quick you can loose a crop, or several.
good luck dude you've been getting hammered lately.
you need an Ohana in that gulch occupied when the weed's ripe and some real man eaters on 24 hour patrol.
what about fencing the patch with dogs locked in with the plants?
they gotta have plans for your stash and cash man, be safe and buy lots more bigger dogs please.
sounds like that legal job is better suited for a young Haole, young, dumb, full of cum, and willing to put in 80 hours a week growing on a salary while the owner worries where to hide his millions in cash.
it will take a few years for the medical to affect your black market there I think.
the folks breaking into the green rush are a bunch of tools who don't understand how hard it is to produce great weed consistently.
they are clueless as to how quick you can loose a crop, or several.
good luck dude you've been getting hammered lately.
Impressive ... Like a much anticipated dead show
How do you answer that?
They get past the dogs because there are only two that go out and bark. Baby Huey weighs in at @ 280. Sidekick goes a little less than 200. Both my dogs together? Maybe 130. One guy goes to the top of the fence, one at the bottom makes noise, dogs come down to bark at the bottom guy, top guy dashes in, pulls a slash and bail. By the time the dogs come up the hill to meet the new threat, he is halfway to the fence. Game over.
At least that is what the trail said.
In order for this to work, everybody had to be gone. My neighbor was not home. If he was at home, they would have been seen. They came in at exactly the right time, and were rewarded with the tops off of two baby plants.
They got lucky....or.....I am being cased out. My guess would be on number two. There is always one problem that goes along with luck. They gotta be lucky every time, but I just have to be lucky once. In a month or less, when this next batch is getting ready, my truck will drive off....
Sure, I need more dogs. But I have been there and done that. Fifteen years back I had 11 dogs, some rescues, and a litter of pitbull puppies we could not give away. I will NEVER do that again.
Right now I am working on getting a female German Shepherd or a male Doberman. With either of these dogs I can breed me some good watchdogs. Granted, that will take time, but that would be doing it the right way. Problem is, we are an island. Everyone loves their pits, so, if you want papers and pureblood you gotta bring a dog in from Australia, or deal with quarantine if you bring one in from the Mainland.
Another option is retirement. Either for a few years while all this shit sorts itself out..... or for good. Go back to life before this life. Fishing and golf. That's starting to look better as this farce plays out.
What kinda gets me bummed is that one of my friends sucked up that trip, hook, line, and sinker. I hope I am wrong, but methinks he is gonna get fucked. My guess is it's a generational thing. We were brought up in a time where everything was kept down low. Not being on the radar kept us alive. Now, the more "look at me" self promotion way seems to be the MO of the younger generation. It seems to have worked itself out on the mainland, but as so many of us Haoles seem to forget.....
This ain't the mainland.
soserthc1..... Sorry... I don't do requests. Despite that, you should have something to be thankful for come turkey day.
They get past the dogs because there are only two that go out and bark. Baby Huey weighs in at @ 280. Sidekick goes a little less than 200. Both my dogs together? Maybe 130. One guy goes to the top of the fence, one at the bottom makes noise, dogs come down to bark at the bottom guy, top guy dashes in, pulls a slash and bail. By the time the dogs come up the hill to meet the new threat, he is halfway to the fence. Game over.
At least that is what the trail said.
In order for this to work, everybody had to be gone. My neighbor was not home. If he was at home, they would have been seen. They came in at exactly the right time, and were rewarded with the tops off of two baby plants.
They got lucky....or.....I am being cased out. My guess would be on number two. There is always one problem that goes along with luck. They gotta be lucky every time, but I just have to be lucky once. In a month or less, when this next batch is getting ready, my truck will drive off....
Sure, I need more dogs. But I have been there and done that. Fifteen years back I had 11 dogs, some rescues, and a litter of pitbull puppies we could not give away. I will NEVER do that again.
Right now I am working on getting a female German Shepherd or a male Doberman. With either of these dogs I can breed me some good watchdogs. Granted, that will take time, but that would be doing it the right way. Problem is, we are an island. Everyone loves their pits, so, if you want papers and pureblood you gotta bring a dog in from Australia, or deal with quarantine if you bring one in from the Mainland.
Another option is retirement. Either for a few years while all this shit sorts itself out..... or for good. Go back to life before this life. Fishing and golf. That's starting to look better as this farce plays out.
What kinda gets me bummed is that one of my friends sucked up that trip, hook, line, and sinker. I hope I am wrong, but methinks he is gonna get fucked. My guess is it's a generational thing. We were brought up in a time where everything was kept down low. Not being on the radar kept us alive. Now, the more "look at me" self promotion way seems to be the MO of the younger generation. It seems to have worked itself out on the mainland, but as so many of us Haoles seem to forget.....
This ain't the mainland.
soserthc1..... Sorry... I don't do requests. Despite that, you should have something to be thankful for come turkey day.
dude you're Ansel fuckin' Adams with that new camera!!! K+
that kushy thing in the 1st picture looks yummy.
that kushy thing in the 1st picture looks yummy.
Looks like a strong Kona low forming good thing most plants are young. Good luck on the fishing for Baby H he may need a tetanus shot after. My friend had visions of grandeur but a crock of shit it is. I couldn't get pass the tracking system. I hate gov control. My mom spent time behind barbwire on sand island cause of our lovely government. The good old boys got it sewed up. I got some fake dawgs going they are doing good and we have had 2 sunny days in weeks. Wet as heck over here. Like you new phone, we thank wifei poo.
I'd like to know how an operation successfully gets from seed to 5000 plants in the time frame they are suggesting, on the first try.
bucketswithsoil
support your local surfboard builder...
If tracking from seed to sale then how do they bring clones in since their origin is in a grey area?
Donkey status......
A5 Haze bx1 day 73
A5 Haze bx1 day 73
HorseMouth
Active member
Old Haole-
I'm moving towards higher CBD strains here on the mainland, thinking about dedicating 25% of my garden to Harlequin and AC/DC. The testing done shows 3 to 1 levels, which is where I want to be at a minimum.
Are you growing any high ratio CBD:THC on the island? Is there a place where you can get your gear tested?
I'm doing this b/c of two patients that are suffering and really need the help the Rick Simpson oil gives.
Hope all is well. You always have a place to stay in Oregon.
Peace
I'm moving towards higher CBD strains here on the mainland, thinking about dedicating 25% of my garden to Harlequin and AC/DC. The testing done shows 3 to 1 levels, which is where I want to be at a minimum.
Are you growing any high ratio CBD:THC on the island? Is there a place where you can get your gear tested?
I'm doing this b/c of two patients that are suffering and really need the help the Rick Simpson oil gives.
Hope all is well. You always have a place to stay in Oregon.
Peace
Real or fake Sk Dawg
A Little Acid Wash.....
A Little Acid Wash.....
Yea... I know what it is.
I also know what it's called. It's called fishing.
The theory is rather simple. A hunk of bait is wrapped around a hook. Hook is tied to a tree, or other immovable object, with a thick line of unbreakable rope. Simple.
Now, I gotta give you credit there DB..... The first time I brushed off the question, but you seem to have dusted that nasty old hook off and dropped it back in the water.... with some tasty new bait.
Unlike the first time, where from a fishs point of view, the bait was... vague.
But.....
Since I have stood where you are, fishing, The least I can do is, like a good fish, is steal your bait.
If someone held a gun to my head and asked me which one looks "real" or "fake" I would say they all look real. Fuck, You got a gun on me, I'll tell you your the King of China if that's what you want to hear.
Get real. Those are all probably pics of the same plant.
There is no fuckin' way I can tell you if it is the Kula or the Huelo Dog. None. I have no idea. Shit! if I wanted to be a dick all I gotta say is it looks like just the S1 I dumped out there.
But I'm not and it ain't.
Both are the same plant. What I call "fake" isn't fake. It looks and tastes and smells and is Skunkdog. Where it lacks is the yield. And maybe some punch.
Now I'll tell you if you got the real or the fake. Truthfully answer these questions;
Do ALL of your Skunkdog plants need to be tied up?
The first time you took a mature Skunkdog did you say to yourself? "Thank You Jebus! I think I'll just dump all this borderline stuff and grow me a whole goddamn pile of Skunkdog?
Do your friends call and ASK for it by name time and time again?
Have you EVER given serious thought to monocropping this girl?
Depending on how many times you answered yes to these questions is the direct answer to your question.
Thanks for dinner, you can have your hook back.
Where were we?
That Kushy thing, as chunky describes it met an ignoble end. Couple of days after that pic was shot it rained. Hard. That was the ONLY plant left that could have been hurt. When I went out after the rain I thought my friendly neighborhood rips visited me. Nope, just the rain. Besides that poor girl taking an unnecessary beating, only good was done, by, I do believe, the first well timed rain of 2015.
Gives you an idea of how badly this year sucked. The first rain that didn't fall at completely the wrong time? November.
That rain, it turned out was the last tropical system of the year. Behind that warm rain was cold air. Winter is here. Now it's sunny, cool, and dry, things are looking better.
Bout Fuckin' time.
Kalo.... My feelings on that. From seed it could be done. Nowhere near as hard as you'd think. A lot of years ago myself and partners would do about 1000 holes a year. The hard part was the distance between trips. One single farm of 5000 plants? Unlimited funding with a bunch of drones doing the scut work? It would work just fine....
But what quality would it produce? I can't answer that.
AS..... the whole damn thing is a grey area. The DOH has yet to straighten all that shit out. Wait to see what the New Year brings.... it's not gonna go off as planned.
As for the beautiful bud....it looks like an old Bloodweed cross we used to run..... maybe 4 years back. They did get big. Same structure, just a bit darker green. Great work.
BUT......You want to try DB's skunkdog?
I'm sure DB will be happy to oblige. I do believe what he was given, was given by someone who had no right to give it, and I heard that this fellow wanted to make sure it was put out there, so there are no restrictions on her. Go ahead. Whore her out DB.
Horsemouth.... Nobody that I know currently grows anything high CBD. We looked into it last year but could not find a dependable buyer. I think I will just let the dispensaries cater to the sick people that need meds. They will have the privilege of growing many strains that I can not. My own feeling it that with the introduction of this law compassion has gone out the window. Don't expect me to be the last fool clutching at the flag of my defeated army.
There is a place on Oahu that will test your gear. Some gear was tested. But this is again, not my story to tell. Sooner or later the results will be put up. Just not by me. My own thought is the numbers are a bit low. But it was not my product tested.
A Little Acid Wash.....
Yea... I know what it is.
I also know what it's called. It's called fishing.
The theory is rather simple. A hunk of bait is wrapped around a hook. Hook is tied to a tree, or other immovable object, with a thick line of unbreakable rope. Simple.
Now, I gotta give you credit there DB..... The first time I brushed off the question, but you seem to have dusted that nasty old hook off and dropped it back in the water.... with some tasty new bait.
Unlike the first time, where from a fishs point of view, the bait was... vague.
But.....
Since I have stood where you are, fishing, The least I can do is, like a good fish, is steal your bait.
If someone held a gun to my head and asked me which one looks "real" or "fake" I would say they all look real. Fuck, You got a gun on me, I'll tell you your the King of China if that's what you want to hear.
Get real. Those are all probably pics of the same plant.
There is no fuckin' way I can tell you if it is the Kula or the Huelo Dog. None. I have no idea. Shit! if I wanted to be a dick all I gotta say is it looks like just the S1 I dumped out there.
But I'm not and it ain't.
Both are the same plant. What I call "fake" isn't fake. It looks and tastes and smells and is Skunkdog. Where it lacks is the yield. And maybe some punch.
Now I'll tell you if you got the real or the fake. Truthfully answer these questions;
Do ALL of your Skunkdog plants need to be tied up?
The first time you took a mature Skunkdog did you say to yourself? "Thank You Jebus! I think I'll just dump all this borderline stuff and grow me a whole goddamn pile of Skunkdog?
Do your friends call and ASK for it by name time and time again?
Have you EVER given serious thought to monocropping this girl?
Depending on how many times you answered yes to these questions is the direct answer to your question.
Thanks for dinner, you can have your hook back.
Where were we?
That Kushy thing, as chunky describes it met an ignoble end. Couple of days after that pic was shot it rained. Hard. That was the ONLY plant left that could have been hurt. When I went out after the rain I thought my friendly neighborhood rips visited me. Nope, just the rain. Besides that poor girl taking an unnecessary beating, only good was done, by, I do believe, the first well timed rain of 2015.
Gives you an idea of how badly this year sucked. The first rain that didn't fall at completely the wrong time? November.
That rain, it turned out was the last tropical system of the year. Behind that warm rain was cold air. Winter is here. Now it's sunny, cool, and dry, things are looking better.
Bout Fuckin' time.
Kalo.... My feelings on that. From seed it could be done. Nowhere near as hard as you'd think. A lot of years ago myself and partners would do about 1000 holes a year. The hard part was the distance between trips. One single farm of 5000 plants? Unlimited funding with a bunch of drones doing the scut work? It would work just fine....
But what quality would it produce? I can't answer that.
AS..... the whole damn thing is a grey area. The DOH has yet to straighten all that shit out. Wait to see what the New Year brings.... it's not gonna go off as planned.
As for the beautiful bud....it looks like an old Bloodweed cross we used to run..... maybe 4 years back. They did get big. Same structure, just a bit darker green. Great work.
BUT......You want to try DB's skunkdog?
I'm sure DB will be happy to oblige. I do believe what he was given, was given by someone who had no right to give it, and I heard that this fellow wanted to make sure it was put out there, so there are no restrictions on her. Go ahead. Whore her out DB.
Horsemouth.... Nobody that I know currently grows anything high CBD. We looked into it last year but could not find a dependable buyer. I think I will just let the dispensaries cater to the sick people that need meds. They will have the privilege of growing many strains that I can not. My own feeling it that with the introduction of this law compassion has gone out the window. Don't expect me to be the last fool clutching at the flag of my defeated army.
There is a place on Oahu that will test your gear. Some gear was tested. But this is again, not my story to tell. Sooner or later the results will be put up. Just not by me. My own thought is the numbers are a bit low. But it was not my product tested.
This is not the real deal. Yield is so-so. I got it from my neighbor, I have other cuts that have 4x the yield and handle the wet weather way better. This junk weather has made you grouchy. Aloha DB
FAKES ARE EVERYWHERE.
AND THE FAKES ARE IMPRESSIVE AND DO NOT DESERVE TO BE CALLED FAKES
thats why we are at least trying to do them some justice aka "Huelo Dog", "Kula Dog", etc.
I think it looks nice DB. Whatever it is.
If you were given something as "da dog", you know maybe it really it aint skunkdog....
Aloha
AND THE FAKES ARE IMPRESSIVE AND DO NOT DESERVE TO BE CALLED FAKES
thats why we are at least trying to do them some justice aka "Huelo Dog", "Kula Dog", etc.
I think it looks nice DB. Whatever it is.
If you were given something as "da dog", you know maybe it really it aint skunkdog....
Aloha
Thanks man, it stayed in the stable to run her later bigger. For sure worth the time with zero rot an the bugs stayed away. She got some insecticidal terp action
I don't think people want me to have it lol.
Who tested it?
Dirty Laundry.
Dirty Laundry.
You know, this is gonna make me small and petty.
But what do you expect? The truth hurts? It'll also set you free.... or so they say.
I make my living off the evening news,
Just give me something-something I can use.
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry.
There's a story here. Somehow I'm suppose to gin up some sort of outrage, but frankly, at this stage, it's just par for the course. As we get closer to the new reality, I'd expect to see more of it. See it enough, you get used to it.... all it does is leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
Most of the time the shaddyness happens behind the scenes and for various reasons names are never told, the victims suffer in silence, the damage done, while the villains shuffle off to the next scam. In this case, not so much. Because in this case the villain does not have an account here, so I can also call him out by name.
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here.
I don't have to look good, I don't have to be clear.
Come and whisper in my ear,
Give us dirty laundry.
Story time.
Here's the screenshot where our villian "finds" out he has our crown jewel.... the immortal Shunkdog strain. Notice how sure he is, about what he has. This is the plant that starts all this humbug. Take a good look. Remember, soon it will magically become Maui Skunkdog!
Kinda shaddy huh? Nowhere does he call it Skunkdog. It "looks" just like yours, but all I have to show is this clone...... that looks like "da Dog". Mine Looks like yours in veg and bud, but no pic of them.
An old school grower? Who didn't know much! Why not Santa, with Christmas coming up?
You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry.
What he is doing is fishing. Remember, we talked about that last post. He was fishing for validation, "Yea man! You got the real deal!"..... which did not happen. Same thing happened here to me. What he got was ignored. Which was a nice way to say at this stage there was no way to tell.
Keep in mind, once in a moment of trust, some genetics were sent there, a year or two back. The one caveat was they were not to be shared. The next day after arrival, on another forum, under a different name, the recipient announced to everyone that the goodies from Maui had arrived.....so it wasn't like we didn't know how this worked.
With their fishing expedition yielding nothing, at least nothing that they wanted to hear, our villain took the path of cowards. Da Dog became Skunkdog, which tonight became Maui Skunkdog. Need another screenshot? Of course he know this all this before his little clone actually matured. Either; A) Jebus told him..... or; B) he made it up as he went along (my money is on option B).
Who is our villain, our teller of tales?
Dirty little secrets,
Dirty little lies,
We got our dirty little fingers, in everybody's pie.
We love to cut you down to size,
We love dirty laundry.
It could be me. Pure sour grapes that the Crown Jewels got swiped. If they are indeed the crown jewels. I put their description out there. Many times. But that shit was written years before this issue came up. I have told you that if you have the real deal you won't have to ask any of us what it is. Either way, I got nuthin' to sell.
Or it could be a third party that goes by the name of Pogfather. A seed seller/whore/hermit that would rather steal other peoples work, then when he finds out the truth, what he has, is not what he said it was, simply lies about what he put out there. He is starting a seed company called 808seedless..... or something that smells like that. There is a lot more, but past this point, there be banning.
There may be something that can be gleaned from his treatment of this cut. He sent it to... well if you can read you know who. His instructions were to put it out there. Give it away. Methinks at this point he knew he had a fake, so it was time to dump and run. Either way he wins. If it's junk it was free, if it was good he gets the good press for his new company.
We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!
You might say that I have a bad case of Sour Grapes going. And you would be right. But no more sour than when unscrupulous coffee growers started labeling their inferior off island coffee as Kona grown. It took all of two years for the legislature to pass a law banning that trick.... at the urging of the Big Islands' lawmakers.
Maybe I shouldn't get my panties in such a twist. After all, you know what they say?
Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.....
but it also is the least original.
Dirty Laundry.
You know, this is gonna make me small and petty.
But what do you expect? The truth hurts? It'll also set you free.... or so they say.
I make my living off the evening news,
Just give me something-something I can use.
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry.
There's a story here. Somehow I'm suppose to gin up some sort of outrage, but frankly, at this stage, it's just par for the course. As we get closer to the new reality, I'd expect to see more of it. See it enough, you get used to it.... all it does is leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
Most of the time the shaddyness happens behind the scenes and for various reasons names are never told, the victims suffer in silence, the damage done, while the villains shuffle off to the next scam. In this case, not so much. Because in this case the villain does not have an account here, so I can also call him out by name.
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here.
I don't have to look good, I don't have to be clear.
Come and whisper in my ear,
Give us dirty laundry.
Story time.
Here's the screenshot where our villian "finds" out he has our crown jewel.... the immortal Shunkdog strain. Notice how sure he is, about what he has. This is the plant that starts all this humbug. Take a good look. Remember, soon it will magically become Maui Skunkdog!
Kinda shaddy huh? Nowhere does he call it Skunkdog. It "looks" just like yours, but all I have to show is this clone...... that looks like "da Dog". Mine Looks like yours in veg and bud, but no pic of them.
An old school grower? Who didn't know much! Why not Santa, with Christmas coming up?
You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry.
What he is doing is fishing. Remember, we talked about that last post. He was fishing for validation, "Yea man! You got the real deal!"..... which did not happen. Same thing happened here to me. What he got was ignored. Which was a nice way to say at this stage there was no way to tell.
Keep in mind, once in a moment of trust, some genetics were sent there, a year or two back. The one caveat was they were not to be shared. The next day after arrival, on another forum, under a different name, the recipient announced to everyone that the goodies from Maui had arrived.....so it wasn't like we didn't know how this worked.
With their fishing expedition yielding nothing, at least nothing that they wanted to hear, our villain took the path of cowards. Da Dog became Skunkdog, which tonight became Maui Skunkdog. Need another screenshot? Of course he know this all this before his little clone actually matured. Either; A) Jebus told him..... or; B) he made it up as he went along (my money is on option B).
Who is our villain, our teller of tales?
Dirty little secrets,
Dirty little lies,
We got our dirty little fingers, in everybody's pie.
We love to cut you down to size,
We love dirty laundry.
It could be me. Pure sour grapes that the Crown Jewels got swiped. If they are indeed the crown jewels. I put their description out there. Many times. But that shit was written years before this issue came up. I have told you that if you have the real deal you won't have to ask any of us what it is. Either way, I got nuthin' to sell.
Or it could be a third party that goes by the name of Pogfather. A seed seller/whore/hermit that would rather steal other peoples work, then when he finds out the truth, what he has, is not what he said it was, simply lies about what he put out there. He is starting a seed company called 808seedless..... or something that smells like that. There is a lot more, but past this point, there be banning.
There may be something that can be gleaned from his treatment of this cut. He sent it to... well if you can read you know who. His instructions were to put it out there. Give it away. Methinks at this point he knew he had a fake, so it was time to dump and run. Either way he wins. If it's junk it was free, if it was good he gets the good press for his new company.
We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!
You might say that I have a bad case of Sour Grapes going. And you would be right. But no more sour than when unscrupulous coffee growers started labeling their inferior off island coffee as Kona grown. It took all of two years for the legislature to pass a law banning that trick.... at the urging of the Big Islands' lawmakers.
Maybe I shouldn't get my panties in such a twist. After all, you know what they say?
Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.....
but it also is the least original.
