Hi oo!
How was your stuff?
Are we going to see OldOne's 4th cab run-still the same, but betterer soon?
I hope so.
Maybe you can put some scorpions in the box or something.
Crawling around.
That would make it exciting to document.
"Plant is good. I didn't die today. But I don't know where those fuckers are. My heart is racing. Growing is so exciting."
"Plant still good. I, however, almost died today trying to scrog. Little bastards learned how to jump. What the hell is that all about? Who the shit-toast* ever heard of jumping scorpions?"
You know, your log will be full of good shit like that.
You could put in feminized scorpions. Like Jurassic Park. And just wonder when nature would get a hold of 'em and they'd start to slip genetic code and hermi and reproduce. You'd be all like, "There's one, two, three. All good." And then a herd of fucking velocoscorpions would surround you, clicking and chirping. And then then you'd be fucked. 'Cause there ain't no one who can get out of that shit. No one.
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*shit-toast is a term from oo's hometown. Strange. I know. But sometimes the truth is more shit-toasted than fiction.
How was your stuff?
Are we going to see OldOne's 4th cab run-still the same, but betterer soon?
I hope so.
Maybe you can put some scorpions in the box or something.
Crawling around.
That would make it exciting to document.
"Plant is good. I didn't die today. But I don't know where those fuckers are. My heart is racing. Growing is so exciting."
"Plant still good. I, however, almost died today trying to scrog. Little bastards learned how to jump. What the hell is that all about? Who the shit-toast* ever heard of jumping scorpions?"
You know, your log will be full of good shit like that.
You could put in feminized scorpions. Like Jurassic Park. And just wonder when nature would get a hold of 'em and they'd start to slip genetic code and hermi and reproduce. You'd be all like, "There's one, two, three. All good." And then a herd of fucking velocoscorpions would surround you, clicking and chirping. And then then you'd be fucked. 'Cause there ain't no one who can get out of that shit. No one.
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*shit-toast is a term from oo's hometown. Strange. I know. But sometimes the truth is more shit-toasted than fiction.