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bigsur51

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420club
I didn’t say anything.



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SubGirl

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Subbie I hope they do better then that. I think I got them from the old vault site that closed down. Everything that was in the vault was split between the members. We had some well known breeders but I do not know who's those were.
I’m hoping for the best Giggy. Every grow can’t be perfect and one never knows what the end will bring. The other two plants which I confirmed female are not showing much either after a week of 12/12 lights. If any turn out to be males like some suspect here including me, I’ll throw a couple of those female WW x Skunk clones in the flower closet that are just taking up space….
‘take care of that knee dude. 🥰
 

jokerman

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Ethel the Speed Demon​

Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors.
Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic, the other residents tolerated her, and some of the males actually joined in. One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. "STOP!", he shouted in firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?"
Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him.
"OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall. As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted, "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?"
Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said, "Carry on, ma'am." As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, stark naked, holding a very sizable erection in his hand. "Oh, Good grief," said Ethel, "Not the breathalyzer again
 
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