or a bucket rig by the bedI live by this motto!
Those were the days mate. Waking up with a flat joint stuck to your thigh at 2am, feeling around for a lighter and a few puffs later, back to dream land.or a bucket rig by the bed
shiva82= peter pan . i never grew up into an ' adult' . for better or worse . it is what it is. although i grew out of the bucket rig and toking in the bedroomThose were the days mate. Waking up with a flat joint stuck to your thigh at 2am, feeling around for a lighter and a few puffs later, back to dream land.
All stopped when I had kids.
Bet meech loves a the midnight sessions…haha
I still feel 19 until I look in the mirror or a real one turns up at work. Then reality sets in hard ahahahashiva82= peter pan . i never grew up into an ' adult' . for better or worse . it is what it is. although i grew out of the bucket rig and toking in the bedroom
smoking joints is sacramental to me . i enjoy the whole process and the slownessI have to hide in the shed away from the little ones to have a smoke. Rarely smoke joints these days been hard on the bongs for over 10 years. Definitely cleaner and you don’t leave the house with stenchy clothes.
I know mate, deep down I know the bong isn’t the way but I keep telling myself otherwise haha.smoking joints is sacramental to me . i enjoy the whole process and the slowness
i still hit the bong now and thenI know mate, deep down I know the bong isn’t the way but I keep telling myself otherwise haha.
I always roll up a fatty for the weekend dog walk though, so I’m not a complete heathen.