A mixture of law, politics, autobiography and humour. Once described as "The Devilish Advocate"
(Guardian), I do have the ability to provoke a response. Sometimes it comes from someone who uses a thought process, and sometimes from jerks usually associated with the knee.
I cannot see what all the fuss is about, bar the government's lack of taxation on the stuff. I don't smoke it myself, preferring to get wasted on Guinness but I know a few people who do and one who uses it for medicinal purposes as he suffers with Multiple Sclerosis, he uses it for pain relief and to keep his nerves in order. I HAVE had some of this stuff in the past, home grown weed which I grew myself some many years ago from some skunk seeds. Nice effect but I couldn't honestly say it made me a party animal. After smoking the stuff I must admit that I made good use of the baking tins in the oven though, nothing like a hit of weed to stimulate the appetite to the extent that the burnt left-over bits on aforementioned tins tasted like French haute-cuisine.
At least after consuming said weed it did not make me want to go out and throw my obnoxious pratt B'Stard scummy neighbour into the road, like Whisky does to me. (Whisky is our cat, its a fekkin' wind-up merchant)
You should try it. (weed, not cats. Cats are arseholes and they hate dogs.)
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I cannot see what all the fuss is about, bar the government's lack of taxation on the stuff. I don't smoke it myself, preferring to get wasted on Guinness but I know a few people who do and one who uses it for medicinal purposes as he suffers with Multiple Sclerosis, he uses it for pain relief and to keep his nerves in order. I HAVE had some of this stuff in the past, home grown weed which I grew myself some many years ago from some skunk seeds. Nice effect but I couldn't honestly say it made me a party animal. After smoking the stuff I must admit that I made good use of the baking tins in the oven though, nothing like a hit of weed to stimulate the appetite to the extent that the burnt left-over bits on aforementioned tins tasted like French haute-cuisine.
At least after consuming said weed it did not make me want to go out and throw my obnoxious pratt B'Stard scummy neighbour into the road, like Whisky does to me. (Whisky is our cat, its a fekkin' wind-up merchant)
You should try it. (weed, not cats. Cats are arseholes and they hate dogs.)
How do they manage to have riots if so many youngsters are stoned?
The last thing on my mind if I was stoned would be a riot.
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