View ImageI remember when this looked as good as it does now.
LOL noyd, nice to see your vision hasn't changed any.
lol jpt
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LOL noyd, nice to see your vision hasn't changed any.
lol jpt
Sorry for not knowing; what or how much is a lid? What is an elbow?
I don't remember (i never knew).
jpt
So a lid is 1 oz
What is an elbow, a pound? jpt
What is an elbow, a pound? jpt
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noyd666
elbow=1lb.
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We measured the lids with fingers. 4 finger lids for $25 in SF (obviously not from there) while in the Navy.
Found Thai sticks in the Far East ($5 stick) and shopping bags in Pusan Korea ($10 for a brown paper bag like you get at the grocery store).
Thai sticks were the best IMO, super sticky and the J's got 6 of us standing in the chow line just looking for the deserts.
Never got to try the gold or red while in college (Boston), just bags with twigs and seeds. So glad when I got to the west coast.
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noyd666
tom terrific= cartoon.
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noyd666
lol yes Hank= mighty Manfred was the wonder dog and trusty companion of tom terrific,
wahoooooooo.
wahoooooooo.
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noyd666
t.t.
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noyd666
yes your right there , only black and white myself.
Today i was chatting with an old friend now living in Sweden.
He´s an Angolan lad that arrived to my hometown on the early 80´s coming from the Angolan countryside.
We ended up going down memory lane and he reminded me of the first time i tried what he called Boi Vermelho, Red Ox, something that i think might be some kind of Red Angola.
After i shared a few joints with him after a soccer game he told me he was going to bring something decent for us to smoke and off he went. After an hour or so here he comes, bathed and freshly clothed while i was still on the same spot smoking a few more.
He opened a small sized coffee tin and pulled a newspaper wrapper from inside it.
He unwrapped it and gave me a small branch of brownish/reddish seeded weed. Plenty of leaf and a few stringy buds. I was a bit disgusted he says
and asked him what was i supposed to do with that?!?! He laughed, took a nice rectangle out of the newspaper and rolled the first proper ganja joint that i´ve smoked.
He rolled it pure so with no surprise i was coughing my lungs out, of course that i loved that strong kick and went all Boggart on the dreaded thing.
The next thing i new i was laughing my brains out. To a point of loosing my breath falling into the ground. Everything went rainbow style and my head was on fire.
My dark colored new best friend seemed funnier than ever but sadly i couldn´t articulate a word to him.
We went for a walk and then the paranoia kicked in hard. EVERYONE was looking at me.
I was looking at my face on the sidemirrors of cars and my mate was laughing like mad.
That all made me even worst and i told him to fuck off and there i went on my own.
Bad mistake, very bad mistake.
Here my memories become very hazy&trippy and i just remember having to hide on a near garden, inside some kind of bushes, for a couple of hours until i felt like regaining the ability to speak,think&move.
By that time i was totally exhausted,looking like a boxer after a fight, 2 hours late for a date with a girl and famished like never before.
Those were the days!!!
He´s an Angolan lad that arrived to my hometown on the early 80´s coming from the Angolan countryside.
We ended up going down memory lane and he reminded me of the first time i tried what he called Boi Vermelho, Red Ox, something that i think might be some kind of Red Angola.
After i shared a few joints with him after a soccer game he told me he was going to bring something decent for us to smoke and off he went. After an hour or so here he comes, bathed and freshly clothed while i was still on the same spot smoking a few more.
He opened a small sized coffee tin and pulled a newspaper wrapper from inside it.
He unwrapped it and gave me a small branch of brownish/reddish seeded weed. Plenty of leaf and a few stringy buds. I was a bit disgusted he says
and asked him what was i supposed to do with that?!?! He laughed, took a nice rectangle out of the newspaper and rolled the first proper ganja joint that i´ve smoked.He rolled it pure so with no surprise i was coughing my lungs out, of course that i loved that strong kick and went all Boggart on the dreaded thing.
The next thing i new i was laughing my brains out. To a point of loosing my breath falling into the ground. Everything went rainbow style and my head was on fire.
My dark colored new best friend seemed funnier than ever but sadly i couldn´t articulate a word to him.
We went for a walk and then the paranoia kicked in hard. EVERYONE was looking at me.
I was looking at my face on the sidemirrors of cars and my mate was laughing like mad.
That all made me even worst and i told him to fuck off and there i went on my own.
Bad mistake, very bad mistake.
Here my memories become very hazy&trippy and i just remember having to hide on a near garden, inside some kind of bushes, for a couple of hours until i felt like regaining the ability to speak,think&move.
By that time i was totally exhausted,looking like a boxer after a fight, 2 hours late for a date with a girl and famished like never before.
Those were the days!!!
I remember when I used to burn through a shitload of matches.
The ol' "tuck and duck". Living near Los Alamos....they were quite frequent.
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noyd666
I remember the kid next door had a crystal radio = a kit if I remember,lol.
crystal
crystal
crystal
I had one, a crystal radio kit in 4th grade, transistor radios were the size of a small suitcase
