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Over the weekend we had a holiday at my son's over in Hoosier country. He manages the barn on a ritzy horse farm, living in an amazing setting. After a big feast some of us ventured out to the shed for a bit of smoke. I proudly tossed my son a wonderful OGGSC flower I had specially selected for the occasion. I paid little mind as he set about grinding and rolling except teasing his dependence on a rolling machine. When the bone got to me after several compliments were accepted on the flavor, I took a giant hit. Sorta like finding a cigarette butt in the can of beer you are chugging, shit went flying out of my lungs and mouth. WTF My son looked startled saying whats wrong? I choked out a +What are we smoking ?"
He sheepishly handed me a pack of menthol saturated rolling papers. Why would... Now I know what a cook feels watching someone pour katsup on their meatloaf. Menthol, really?
Over the weekend we had a holiday at my son's over in Hoosier country. He manages the barn on a ritzy horse farm, living in an amazing setting. After a big feast some of us ventured out to the shed for a bit of smoke. I proudly tossed my son a wonderful OGGSC flower I had specially selected for the occasion. I paid little mind as he set about grinding and rolling except teasing his dependence on a rolling machine. When the bone got to me after several compliments were accepted on the flavor, I took a giant hit. Sorta like finding a cigarette butt in the can of beer you are chugging, shit went flying out of my lungs and mouth. WTF My son looked startled saying whats wrong? I choked out a +What are we smoking ?"
He sheepishly handed me a pack of menthol saturated rolling papers. Why would... Now I know what a cook feels watching someone pour katsup on their meatloaf. Menthol, really?