Oh, but you do. I have a few pictures with Stevie hidden deep within the recesses of this blog. I have been a shadow-broker for a while in this little experiment. muahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Another contribution for the anon.
Well there you go, Anon!
Thank you very much for the help! :)
Well, penicillin is used to fight infection, so what you want to be cautious of is if marijuana lowers your body’s immune system to allow for infection to take hold.
I wouldn’t be too concerned with the reaction to the medication as I would the physical effects of having hot smoke pass over your infected tonsils. I’m not a doctor, but that sounds painful.
It’s your choice, buddy. Do some research, call your doctor and ask.
Let me tell you a story about parenting. This past summer, my stepmom told me that she smokes reefer. This came at a surprise to me, for she has been married to a police officer for the past fifteen years. She told me that she never wanted to let any of the kids in the family know (I have two adopted half brothers, one is 8, the other is 6). Her reasoning behind this is that if you allow your child to grow up in a home free of punishment outside the law, they will begin to believe that they are free of punishment outside their home.
You are the most important thing in your dad’s life, whether you believe that or not. He wants to see you become the best you can be, I mean look in the mirror, you’re beautiful. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, and he doesn’t want you to throw that away by raising you in an environment that accepts breaking the law. That will lead to a myriad of bad decisions, and eventually change your life in an adverse way.
So take your punishment with grace, and when it’s over, have a nice mature talk about it with your dad.
So Eric, let’s continue getting to know you.
What’s the best piece you’ve ever smoked out of?
Favourite place to smoke?
Weirdest/stupidest thing you’ve done high?
Blaze on space cowboy.
Well alright. The best piece I ever had was the first one I ever bought. it was this small all black pipe that had a whistle in it. I called it Nat King Cole, because it was small, black, and it whistled. My favorite spot is this tree off campus, I like climbing it about twenty feet until I can see the skyline of the city. It’s a nice view.
The weirdest thing I’ve done high was confess to this girl that I liked her. But it wasn’t as simple as just saying that; I was stoned, so it came out this jumbled mess of awkwardness. I’m not very good at talking to girls when sober, so being baked was a whole new level of stumbling and stuttering.
I just wanna say that i’ve been here for a long time but i’ve never posted anything. But now i feel like i must becouse of stevie, i fucking love this blog. I come here all the time while high and also on days when i’m dry to cheer up ;). It’s a shame there will be no more stevie i love him for making this.
Sorry for my english if it’s not good but i’m Polish. And also i wanna ask: are there any other Polish guys on this blog? I see most of you are American.
Greetings from Poland! Love you all guys :)
Tell me, friends, are there any among you that happened to be involved in the theatrical arts?
I myself am currently studying technical direction, so I wanted to see how many more techi-ents there are.
Sweeeeeet. Thanks, butt-fucker.
This is Charles, my mushroom bowl. I’m really happy I got it and I thought I’d share with my favorite stoner blog on Tumblr <3
saying that out loud made me discover that your name is Caleb. Toke on, Caleb.