papa was one bad ass dude . rip
dont have a pic at the moment but its really dark and shiny on the outside.I'd love a bit of street hash. Any pics?
Some nice squidgy pakistani maroc hash would be lovely, even some slate
you would make a great sniffer dogdont have a pic at the moment but its really dark and shiny on the outside.
smells hashy sweet black pepper a bit piny but also kinda hempy which is kinda weird. the effect is also pretty interesting, a bit rushy at the beginning but mellows out really quick into a very clear but relaxed day type high. i just hope that theres no hhc or other artificial stuff in there. thats why i'd rather have it analyzed.
i found it literally laying on the street wrapped in some plastic foil thing when coming from the beach to eat lunch... hehe.
first i eyed it, stopped me right in my tracks, took 2 steps backwards and grabbed it. then the sniffing went down haha and from the nose straight to my pocket haha.you would make a great sniffer dog
i'm short of hash. let me leash up the boveda kid and take him on a walk to find me some hash
similar to truffle hunting
sounds like a great pub . is it still active? or has it been ruined and gentrified ?I used to frequent a hash smokers pub years ago in Bristol, regularly playing pool in the weekly competition.
Everyone was drunk and stoned on the Scrumpy cider and amazing hashes, me included. My Eagle eyesight regularly found tenners worth of pollen on the floor under the tables.
Me crawling about under the table regularly raised no eyebrows whatsoever
The place was rammed. Everyone was smoking herb. A lovely place it was.
we had a pub similar in town . we would openly roll up joints on the tables and smoke them .. the first week we did that , the bouncers came over and were apologetic, and even asked up nicely not to smoke weed in the establishment. we just told them to fuck off and mind their own business .I used to frequent a hash smokers pub years ago in Bristol, regularly playing pool in the weekly competition.
Everyone was drunk and stoned on the Scrumpy cider and amazing hashes, me included. My Eagle eyesight regularly found tenners worth of pollen on the floor under the tables.
Me crawling about under the table regularly raised no eyebrows whatsoever
The place was rammed. Everyone was smoking herb. A lovely place it was.
sounds like a great pub . is it still active? or has it been ruined and gentrified ?
the bouncers came over and were apologetic,
the good ol' days