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Everything to keep you dazed and confused.
My mom didn't find my stash
The one time the weed wasn't mine. I just turned eighteen and I was lucky enough to have a savings account my grandfather set up for me when I was born. I used that money to pay the deposit on a trailer my best friend was about to be evicted from. My boyfriend at the time, we’ll call him Bear, was moving in with us. I was getting used to my new place and my parents decided to help me move all of my things. I didn’t think anything of it at first until my mom started reporting back to me what she found in my room. Needless to say I was an experimental teen and we kept most of her findings between us, it’s for the best.
Mica Harrington GorePublished 2 years ago in PotentChocolate Lovers?
Hey hey! 👋 What it do? How’s it goin; how are you? MiMi is GOOT with a T, but I ain’t fittin to lie to y’all, I’m always skeptical when tryin a new cannabis product mainly because I honestly don’t have the disposable income to play around with my healing and I’d it don’t work, I’ma be mad.
Majique MiMiPublished 2 years ago in PotentPot Ponderings…
For those of you who don’t know me nor my story, I could go into depth just to fulfill my written word quota of the day, but I achieved THAT goal earlier. 🤪
Majique MiMiPublished 2 years ago in Potent- Top Story - March 2022
5 Types of Stoners - the Documentary
National Geographic loves shoving the same shark and cat documentaries down the audience’s throats, which is perfectly reasonable when considering that we haven’t gotten a new animal from God ever since the great flood.
Varga NorbiPublished 2 years ago in Potent How A Trip To The Store Became A Fiasco
My friends and I went to the store the other day. I didn’t need their help but they had nothing better to do so they came along for fun.
Working day
Today was the first day of my new job as a joint packer. This is my story (the Law & Order intro sound effects play in the background.) no names have been mentioned due to privacy concerns. Please enjoy this peek into my journey as I enter into the new and bustling industry of cannabis.
The Weed Cat
You ever wonder where all those brilliant high thoughts go after they leave your brain — as though some magical creature came and stole them away?
Casper TalesPublished 2 years ago in PotentKafka's Chocolate Cake
Arriving at the dispensary late Friday afternoon, I waited in the lobby for my name to be called. While waiting to be summoned I realized, from experience, that Fridays were typically busy. Cannabis users usually stocked their inventories for the weekend. After all, where was the fun on Saturday morning without a good bong hit to start the weekend?
Brad MorsePublished 3 years ago in PotentThe Weed Cat
You ever wonder where all those brilliant high thoughts go after they leave your brain? As though some magical creature came and stole them away. In some countries it’s the Weed Fairy. In others, it’s the Californian Chronic. But for much of the world it’s the legend of The Weed Cat. The Cannabis Cat is the hip dude that brings you the sticky icky when you need it most, but in payment takes your high ideas and weed dreams, leaving you confused and groggy the next day. Here is his story:
Casper TalesPublished 3 years ago in PotentWhen it's Dry Outside
When It's Dry Outside Has it ever been dry in your town? I mean, you really got it bad. You call your plug, he doesn't answer, so you hang up and call right back. You know, if you go a day without some smoke, your whole life is off track. You're stuck in the house; you don't want to have fun. All you want is some smoke, so you sit on the edge of your bed and looking like Usher. Finally, the plug hits you back, and he will be there in 15 minutes. An hour later, he arrives with some new shit. You liked the old shit, and you don't know anything about this new shit. But he swears up and down that it's better than the last shit and throws in an extra gram for any inconvenience. You roll up the whole gram. At first, you don't feel anything, but then you start to peek, and then you can't remember what you've been doing for the last hour.
EleanorRoyPublished 3 years ago in PotentFix the Fishy Preroll Finish
You’ve just left “the last” cannabis dispensary in your legal state. The billboard by the highway warned you that a dreaded circumstance was coming up. That choice between risking your good name and dumping all of your medicine. Anyone who has left their weed legal state to cross an imaginary line to potentially and suddenly become a felon knows that decision.
MissAdventuredPublished 3 years ago in PotentMy First High
What better way to kick things off than to tell the story of the first time I ever tried weed? It seems like the right place to start.
Smoke MilkPublished 3 years ago in Potent