hmmmm.......Ehonda187= I love honda's and at the time I was sorta angry so I stuck a "187" on the end. PRESTO my screen name. Anyone think I should change it up?
Something my mother-in-law once said to me (loudly!) I will admit to delusions of grandeur but they're in a fairly ironic vein most of the time.
The 'ov' rather than of is from a Cambridge performance group called Theatre Ov Thee Absurd that I used to hang out with years ago, and means I don't have to be queenofsheba123456...
well i've used the same online alias for 8 years, so i couldn't use it on any herb forums, just happened to see the movie King Ralph again round the time i rejoined here, so the ridiculousness of this character became enough of a name for me i spose. i really wanted to use a different nickname, but alas, underground
note: i am not really royalty, but shhhh don't tell anyone
heya hazy, nah i'm stars n striped. funny it's aired in great britain it's so downright disrespectful at first. it's the cross-continental carefreeness of the movie that tickles my funny bone
I’ve always been the wild one in my family and have never really grown strong roots in any community or state for that matter. After changing my first name and then inventing my own last name that nobody else owned I felt better about the world – but I was really missing my dope years from HIGH school. So I bought a bag of real shitty bud – and started to grow the seeds. I discovered a new love – nurturing the little, slow growth jewels. Well to make a long story short I got my butt on the computer and bought some REAL genetics, ripped up the 1.5 foot plants, chucked them in the grinder and set up shop for hydro…so when I ordered I just logged on what I am without even really thinking about it – Wildroots. Speaking of which I’ll be moving to New Zealand or there abouts soon. Can’t take this F**ked up US bull any longer!!!
Thanks to everybody for sharing, I read every post and was inspired to reciprocate. Peace and freedom to all you brothers, sisters, mavericks and pioneers.
The skatalites song by the most brilliant jamaican composer and trombone player ever to live, Don Drummond. If you don't know anything about jamaican music, then look it up, without them Bob Marley would never have existed.