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I don’t think I have any friends that would help me bury a body. :laughing

5108 is cool.
 
I don’t think I have any friends that would help me bury a body. :laughing

5108 is cool.
This. There is nobody I would do that for. I would never put my freedom in jeopardy for someone else. And anyone that would ask that of me isn't with my friendship. Similarly I would never ask someone to risk their freedom for my fuck up.
 
I taught a... Gentleman's club... How to make hash and had serious thoughts about whether there was a hole already dug for me because of the conversations I overheard...
 
God I miss those days. I used to grow a fair amount of weed in my apartment. I converted my bedroom into a grow room with a 10x10 ebb and flow system and a 1000w growing with a track. It was glorious until my landlord wanted to come do some work.

We used to make hash with those bags and a paint mixer. I would then press it with a clay extruder thing that a stuck a quarter in the end. I'd make these beautiful disks of hash, then score them into quarters. It was a close as you could get to that old school hash from the 80s s you could get.
 
This. There is nobody I would do that for. I would never put my freedom in jeopardy for someone else. And anyone that would ask that of me isn't with my friendship. Similarly I would never ask someone to risk their freedom for my fuck up.
I can understand that Mike. Your life experiences are yours. Which you've told here and I'm not trying to blow shit up your ass, I really really do enjoy reading your posts. I really do.

I would put my freedom in jeopardy for a friend because someone has literally done that for me and I would literally not be alive if she didn't.
 
I tried to score some sugar this year to just do a batch for myself.

I forgot to follow up and get it though... Oops
 
I definitely have friends that could call me, no questions asked, and have me driving into the woods because they've helped me out of some unreal situations.

I definitely have friends that I would hope answered because I've helped them out of some as well.
 
I can understand that Mike. Your life experiences are yours. Which you've told here and I'm not trying to blow shit up your ass, I really really do enjoy reading your posts. I really do.

I would put my freedom in jeopardy for a friend because someone has literally done that for me and I would literally not be alive if she didn't.
I want trying to throw shade on you. You've said this a few times. I've got friends that will drop anything for me. I'm fact when my dog ran off during a blizzard, my old college buddy drove up from San Jose to help me search for him. I didn't even know he was coming. I was out hiking in 3 feet of snow when my gf told me he was at our house.

But illegal shit? That's personal. If I get myself into trouble, I'm not pulling sometime else into that.. Similarly, I wouldn't trust anyone that wanted my to be an accomplice to their stupidity.
 
I admit to enjoying others stupidity many times…. When it involved a double yellow line.
 
Would it be easier to get help with a body or to find someone to pay your bail for burying a body?
 
Also depends on the ground...

I'm not digging through hardpacked clay :x
 
but, would you go their bail?
The truth? Family.
I have a kid and a few of nephews that I'd have that conversation with... other than that, I don’t want to hear it. :x
And my brother, of course. But it's far more likely that I'd be calling him. :laughing
 
God I miss those days. I used to grow a fair amount of weed in my apartment. I converted my bedroom into a grow room with a 10x10 ebb and flow system and a 1000w growing with a track. It was glorious until my landlord wanted to come do some work.

We used to make hash with those bags and a paint mixer. I would then press it with a clay extruder thing that a stuck a quarter in the end. I'd make these beautiful disks of hash, then score them into quarters. It was a close as you could get to that old school hash from the 80s s you could get.

I remember opiated hash. Black hashish with substantial streaks of opium running through it. It was really nice but I haven’t seen any since about 1970.
 
I remember opiated hash. Black hashish with substantial streaks of opium running through it. It was really nice but I haven’t seen any since about 1970.
I've never had opium. I do remember getting some hash from my friend who's parents were part of "the Purple People", which was this cool commune in Walnut Creek. I had a few friends that grew up there. Anyway, this hash had a gold seal on it and was wrapped in foil. It was great. Mostly from a nostalgia standpoint, I would love to find this again.
 
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