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CokeCowboy Jul 15, 2026 07:43
JohnnyBlaze_OG Jul 17, 2026 20:56
yellowbrickhigh Jul 19, 2026 09:09
powder007 Jul 21, 2026 22:22
00:00 - 00:05
I'm rolling a very juicy, even lethal, dab, with tobacco to make sure it gets the meat going.
The buds begin to smolder quietly, pumping out thick clouds of smoke.
I took a quick breath, and the first thing I felt was the power of the tobacco and nicotine. It even took my breath away a bit.
I stood up and let a gray cloud drift out the window.
It began to sway slightly from side to side, and a strong heat swept through my head and body. Wow!
I finished off the can with a second hit β it was also quite good.
Without the tobacco, it smokes easily, barely a tingle in the throat, nothing more.
00:06 β 00:08
I walked back and forth a bit, not in circles, but along unintelligible routes.
I make a second joint, but with a significantly smaller portion.
And while I'm making the second one, the effects of the heavy first one kick in.
00:09 - 00:30
It got really hot, I was even sweating in my sweatpants.
I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and took off the excess.
Drips of water froze on my forehead, just as they quickly hit the floor.
I sat down in the kitchen; it was really hard to stand up straight.
My eyes were getting more and more tired with each passing minute.
My perception of the outside world, especially sounds, will radically change. A slight hum and even a sharp, monotonous noise force me to focus all my attention.
My arms and legs have become limp, my eyelids feel like lead.
Waves of pleasant feelings wash over my body β as if someone were stroking me with a gentle paw.
I stare blankly at my phone screen with my battered, red eyes. I try to remember something, but I can't.
It's as if I've frozen in time. It flows slowly, almost stopping at any moment.
00:31 - 01:00
My voice has become hoarse and hoarse, and a distinctly stoned tone has appeared in my speech.
My breathing seems so slow, I begin to think about every inhalation and exhalation.
I'm so dry, not to mention the weather outside. And I can't even remember where and what to drink. So I've had to give up.
I have to close my eyes β at some points, it seems impossible to open them.
The peak is around 45-60 minutes.
There's not a single hint of release for the rest of the first hour.
01:01 - 01:40
Somehow, maybe the second joint even became unnecessary. It hit me so hard, so hard, that I don't even want to move.
My perception of time is completely different β ββeven if I look at the second hand of a clock.
I feel frozen β or maybe I don't.
I increasingly want to move to bed and lay my massive head on a soft pillow. Wrap myself in a blanket cocoon and maybe take a nap for an hour or two.
Only at the start of the next hour did the first signs of release begin to appear.
1:41 - 2:20
After a couple of hours, the effects gradually fade away somewhere deep in the past.
Sometimes, fresh creative ideas come in bursts of brilliant thoughts.
I try to make sure to take advantage of these moments to create a report.
At the beginning of the second hour, the effects of the buds are noticeable, and quite good.
I start to crave a snack β preferably something sweet and juicy.
2:21 - 4:00
Almost 81-92.5% of the effect has subsided. Only the fog is still bothering my head and my eyes are still burning.
Afterword
It was a great experience, a wonderful introduction to a new shop β and the buds showed their power.
The shop definitely passed the smoke test. ππ€©
Hashim_H Jul 24, 2026 11:35
A little more carefully this time, so as not to overdo it, I made fewer balls and smoked through this glass contraption.
Two pipes were enough for me; I stopped in time, and later, it gently kicked up another puff, covering it...
And it turned out fine; I didn't overdo it.
Be careful with it.
So, my friend showed up, and we started smoking it, which was more delicious, since getting high alone was boring.
My friend also appreciated this product.
It's a fucking smoke.
After two pipes, the guy stopped smoking, "Enough!"
After a while, it...
It presses down, there's a slight, heavy draw afterwards, but not noticeable.
The next day, continuing this theme, I'm writing to you, guys.
So, I put the half-smoked leftovers in front of me, and since there was no tobacco, I stifled the crumbs I'd cut with a large cleaver for some reason, and sprinkled it on.
I smashed it into a familiar contraption for a couple of seconds!
Mmm...
I'm writing this report at lunchtime, barely able to pull myself together.
I can tell you, it's cool outside.
Just as cool inside!!
Saved βοΈ
NugLifeForever Jul 26, 2026 00:48
toker_tom Jul 28, 2026 13:01