my gf got so blasted she laid on the floor for hours! When I got her up, she thought she was running!! hahahahahahaha She asked me,' was I running?'. Meanwhile I thought she was dead!
.....So, I made a batch of cookies for my friend, telling him, "beware, only eat one, and plan on having nothing to do for the next 6-8 hours."
I catch up with him the next week to find out that he did, infact, enjoy them quite a bit...... His friend, however ... ate like 6 or 7 cookies.
Awww.... I always feel bad for people who have a bad experience like that. Poor girl. I've always heard that you cant overdose on THC..... Sooooo wrong!
Silly question. If one is good, two is better !
I use the tailings of my bubblehash runs to make butter, and I triple-extract it. There's a lot of residual resin left over after stirring, and much of the chlorophyll gets left in the bucket water, so when finished the butter turns a beautiful translucent golden-green, and is exceptionally potent. It almost looks like you can smoke it.
I make little tiny bite-size cookies when I bake. When I give them out, I always tell people to start with just one and see where it takes them. Most people listen, and report back with things like "damn, those were some strong little cookies!". But occasionally I'll run into someone with a story like "man, I was sitting on my couch, and all of a sudden I couldn't tell if the thought I was thinking was actually the current thought or one from five minutes ago, and then I tried to say it out loud but my voice kept echoing in my own head, and then I couldn't tell if I myself was right now or five minutes ago, and it took me an hour just to grasp the concept of personal identity again". How many did you eat? "Dude, they were so small, I ate all 6". Didn't I tell you?
Once I was given a free cookie at the dispensary, and I brought it home and set it on the counter. One of those gigantic quarter pound dispensary cookies that you can break into 4 pieces and be just fine. I went outside for a second, and my dog got up on the counter, grabbed the cookie and chewed up the bag it came in. I came in the house, found the empty cookie bag and a trail of crumbs, and my dog looking all guilty because he knew he got caught doing something wrong. Oh... my... gosh... once it kicked in, I had never seen a creature behave like that before. Gradually lost total control of his muscles. Poor guy... I let him outside to pee about an hour later, and he literally could not figure out how to pee! He ended up pissing all over himself and almost stumbled into the pool, I had to pick him up and carry him back inside. He spent the next 8 hours glassy-eyed and completely unresponsive on the couch, and he wasn't right for a few days. Oddly enough, this was also the last time he ate anything off the counter when I wasn't looking.