You should be confessing that you still call it 'grass'.
p.s.- Tsk tsk on the tobacco. I hope you tell the people you're smoking with about the tobacco before you share it. Oh, tsk, tsk.
p.p.s.- it's really weird that 'grass' makes you cough but tobacco doesn't. Sure you know the difference? jk!
I love this word ; french humor 
jk!
Is there a difference ? jk!
god...fuck ticks had one on my nuts the other day..cant say i left it though.. poor cat lol
lmfao
I was smoking a blunt one night walking my dogs with my older brother through the neighborhood..walked past what I found out later was the k9 unit cops house and the dog jumped the fence and my little beagle and I double teamed the dog as my 6'5 brother ran away down the block with the 100 lb bulldog and blunt yelling run motherfucker. After about a 1-5 minute beatdown the cop came out..in uniform still and yelled for the dog which returned immediately to the yard. I realized that i was in potential deep shit even though the dog started fighting with my dog and biting me as i tried to seperate them.. all i thought he seen was me hammering the dog in the head with my fists over and over out of fear for my dogs life . (80 lb police trained sheppard vs 20 lb beagal) So ignored him yelling down the block asking if i was alright..and took the fuck off lol.. probably shoulda sued the city but i didnt wanna stick around seeing as i was in the wrong for smoking weed in a non med state publicly which could have provoked the dog to come after me.I confess, I peeked out the window (spied!) as my CI neighbor and his drug dogs were walking by the other evening.
Precious always stops to do her business along the side of the fence and I have no problem with that as he always picks up and dumps the bag in my can at the end of the yard.
I like to observe to see if he ever removes anything from the can.
I'm compulsively careful that nothing incriminating ever leaves the house, a gal can never be too careful!
...... anyhow, before Precious got to her spot, I saw her suddenly get very excited and violently yank on the leash and drag her frail owner about 8 ft. on to the unfenced part of the property near the house.
She went right over to a freshly dug hole I had filled with potting soil - recycled soil from my old grow with the stems and rootballs removed!
She poked her snout around frantically searching for something and he reached in too but nobody found anything!
I confess, I was a little nervous but have spoken to him since and the vibes are fine.
..... and I confess, no more re-cycling, composting, false economies for me, every little thing will now leave in the dead of night to be dumped in a secret safe place.
Thanks Jelly, I learned a lot!
