I have had soooooooo many pieces over the years. In fact, I’ve just got a box full of pieces I don’t use anymore and I thought were nice once, but really weren’t that special.
The pipe I’ve had the longest is Pinky and the bong I’ve had longest is Odette.
I’ve got a large bamboo steamroller, called The Big Bamboo, and a tiny version called Little Bambino. Got them at Hempfest 2011, definitely love the bamboo pieces.
There’s my pink bong that I got at Hempfest 2012, my friend got a dark purple version: Bubblegum and Marceline.
And there’s my crazy intricate, thick, glass pipe, Coral.
My favorite piece of all time, was Iris, however she is recycle now… and my first perfect, little, pipe, Tadpole, was taken by the cops and his sister, Mango, broke in the sink.
Wow… I think I could write a novel with just the names of different strains! Only a few that I really remember though… I mean… I’ve been smoking for a LONG time hahahahaha.
James Van Der Beek (yes, I’m serious)
SPD (Seattle Purple Dank)
Black Cherry Cola
The list goes on… and on… and on… but that’s all I can remember for now, that I know I’ve had before, all pretty recently too. When I first started smoking, I didn’t care about stuff like that. Then I got to the GOOD stuff and started caring, a lot. So I don’t think I could remember every strain I’ve ever smoked haha.
Hey thanks! My blog is really just stuff I like that I hope other people might appreciate as well. And I LOVE weed, so there’s a lot on my blog hahahaha.
You seem like a super awesome person! I’m basing this on your like of my posts and the fact that you like to smoke and talk about nerd stuff. The latter is one of my most favorite activities :)
Hmmmm… a story that makes me smile…
So back in the day… when I had friends, work was watching the water instead of being in it, school was online, and life was just easy going…
All the men went to an airsoft op.
My friends Amanda, Lil Nick, and I took my Macie May to the Valley (Cleveland Metroparks) to sit by the river and make some clouds. There was this spot we had really grown to like kind of smack dab in the middle, so it took a little while to get there and it is at the bottom of what everyone called “the acid trip hill”.
So we walked down to the river and found a good sitting log. Then I let Macie (only about 7 or 8 months old at the time) off of her leash to romp freely. The Valley was one of her favorite places, besides the Harris’ grandma’s yard, before we moved and she had pups…
Nick and I were smoking, with Amanda chillin’. Macie was just going all over, but staying pretty close to me. She is my good girl. She was running over logs, under logs, turning with lightning speed, she was so agile! She was just sort of doing everything as she came to it. As she approached a particular log, she decided to jump over on account of she couldn’t go under.
However, being a dog, she did not know that there was a puddle with a bunch of sediment (mud) about four feet below and on the other side of this log. So with all her might, she jumps over and into the puddle.
Never have I seen a dog look so pissed!!! Her face as she walked out of that puddle, was too funny. She wasn’t hurt or anything, of course, that was my first concern. Then, my next concern became my now muddy puppy.
Macie continued to enjoy her romp as my friends and I were hanging out. It’s a story that I just love cause Macie was still so little and free and I really miss times like those. Also, I remember being bummed cause my man was out of town with all of his friends, who were also my friends, and I thought I would be so lonely.
I wish I could take Charmander to the Valley with his momma to romp while I chill and smoke, but sadly, Seattle’s parks are always so fucking crowded!!! And Macie is very protective since she had pups.
Shout out to the 216! <3 <3 <3