Re: Icemud's Grow 8.0 - New Intelligent-Gro LED - 2 x IGRO-228 LED - Testing And Revi
So hey everyone,
I know I am pretty much strait to the point most of the time in regards to my journal, but I thought of a funny 420 memory that I would share with everyone here.
So how did I come to thinking about this... Well I was browsing youtube and came across Big Irish Dude's page. I was thinking about how I always abbreviate it as BID... and then the story contines...
Ok, so its 1998, freshman year of college, and its fall, during the homecoming festivities. Me and my buddy from down the hall were into our usual weekend shenanigans. Somehow early off I became very popular because I was one of the few freshman who had a fake ID card and was able to by drinks, and so every weekend, people would put envelopes with money and an order under my door, I always requested, like 10$ extra for doing the task from everyone, so usually it ended up paying for my weekend "fun" and more. So me and a few of my trusted buddies, that the liquor store attendant knew were "cool" got our super large backpacks, thick winter coats and headed to the store. Usually we spend hundreds of dollars every weekend and had to limit orders because business was booming..lol... Anyhow, we got back to the dorms, started drinking, smoking some herb and enjoying some music talking about god knows what.
The homecoming parade was earlier in the day and so we were just kicking back in my room, getting "fired up" I think was the term then for pre-gaming so we started throwing them back and smoking more...
Now abit about my dormroom: It was a typical cinder block wall, single room, split down the middle like a mirror reflection. Everything the same on each side. I met my room mate at the get together a few months before school started and found out we actually tried out for the braves trial camp the same day, playing the same base and recognised each other. Now this was really odd because he lived in a completely different state and the training camp was hours away from either of where we lived...and now randomly he is at this orientation, we clicked and he blazed...awesome start... So anyhow, back to the story.. We decked out our room all trippy, blacklight this and painting that and glowing stars on every surface of the room/floors ceilings, beds dressers, everywhere. When you turned off the lights it definitely felt like you were kind of floating in space...or at least gave the visual illusion of it. I also made sure that smells of herb wouldn't get out of the room as an upper class man had taught me the basics of negative pressure and by using clear plastic wrap and sealing a fan to the open window blowing outwords would suck air in under the door, thus no need for the classic towl... Ah Ha! so, trip to the store, buying plastic wrap, tape and oh yea, weatherstripping
lol Now how to cover the scent... we weren't allowed to burn incense so we did the typical "blow tube" where you take pretty much anything in a cylinder/tube shape, stuff it with dryer sheets and blow your hits through it. I mean it works, but sucks when you take a big rip and blow it all over the room... Then I had an idea...
I bet those of you that went to college, never used a hot pot this way!! LOL So we couldn't burn incense, but they never said we couldn't boil it!!! I took my hotpot, filled it with water, plugged it in, layed about 4 incence sticks across the top, and put the lid on. The lid sat on tip of the incense creating a mini dome with the spout letting the steam out... Worked perfect! Incense and "college rule legal". So anyways, my room was decked out to the max for partying, we would smoke blunts, joints bongs whatever in their and it lasted all year until the end, and then all shit hit the fan... thats a story I would rather not share, so back to the good story...
So anyhow, its homecomming night, were getting pretty buzzed, smoking our little pipes we had got from a far away head shop. Wasn't a legal state, very conservative actually midwest farm town with a college in it. Pipes weren't even legal in the county we were in so we basically had what we had, and otherwise had to make what we wanted... We became very crafty using water bottles, straws, some pipe fittins from the hardware store and sorts, but as most of us stoners know, theres always a better weed, or way to smoke it or whatever
So then comes the big idea, by now we were very intoxicated and we were on a
mission to make a bong... but something to give the 1 2 knockout... so we go outside, pretty wasted at this point, i start talking with some other friends, and my buddy comes running back and says, yo, we gotta go, side door... Now the side door of the dorm was locked during certain hours and was unmonitored, and of course we just would leave a rock or bottle or carpet in the door so we could use it anytime. He tells me to go in the front door and open the side door cause its locked, but hurry..So I run through the halls, open the side door and there he is, sweating, out of breath, and has this huge plywood pyramid standing about 3' tall and a base about 1' x 1'. Hes like...Here it is!!!
I look at him and am asking him where he got it and he says, no time right now, lets go and bring it up to your room. I was like ok, so we drag this thing up 5 flights of stairs, down the hall and into my room... We plop down, smoke a bowl, and I ask him again, where he got it.... Well turns out he found the freshman homecomming float and the big plywood pyramid was part of the props, he saw it, ran up, ripped it off and ran...LOL...
So here we are, both waiting for a knock at the door, but also in our state of "lets make the best bong ever!" mood. So were staring at the thing and writing down ideas. Now this was
mission impossible, nothing was stopping us from making this pyriamid into a bong.. So it got late, we got drunk, passed out and woke up in the morning...
Todays mission...hardware store
So we wake up early, Sunday Morning one of the dorm kitchens surved huge waffels covered in stawberries and whipped cream. (and they wonder why college kids gain weight!) Our thoughts "perfect stoner food!!" LOL. It was our Sunday ritual. We would all wake up, wherever we all passed out, get together, smoke a few bowls, and then go to eat heaven.... But now we had a
mission. We finished up our breakfast and split. Luckilly my buddy had a upperclass sister who was allowed to have a car on campus, so bingo, were going shopping... So now were at the hardware store, walking around blazed as ever with no real idea or plan of how were going to do this...Then I saw the plastic gas cans! I was like, perfect! grabed it and showed it to him and he was like WTF! I was like its perfect, it will fit in the bottom and be the water tank...he looked at me like I was crazy like nobody could take a 5 gallon rip, and I was like, lets make it a hooka/bong. He was sold. So now we have the tank...on to the plumbing dept. We picked up 1" clear hosing for 3 individual tubes, a bunch of fitting that allowed us to connect them all together and clamps and stuff to seal the pipes together. We get it all back to my room and start assembling. We had to cut the holes in the plywood by hand with pocket knifes, not fun but we managed to get the holes in the plywood for the pipes... We finally did. Next we assambled the gas tank pipes underneith and then we added the bowl piece, which consisted of pipe about 3/4" wide and the bowl was about 3" deep!!! We needed to pack a lot for it to work for everyone! So now we were done assembling it... We gave it a try....
I tried first, took one of the biggest rips of my life, and choked for literally 10 minutes, afterwords emerging from the haze. My buddy tried it, same thing...we looked at it and were happy as hell we made the master bong! As the day continued and we continued to smoke the pyramid, we looked at it painted in 2 tone brown bricks from the previous float, and decided it needed some touching up. I had some left over blacklight paint left over so we decided to give it glowing psycadellic bricks instead and put our names on it (blured out in photo). So now, were blazed, painted it, its glowing and looking all awesome, we put our signatures on it as the artists, and there was still something missing....... but what was it....... A name! ...lol
So, packed up some more herb, bumping some music we sat there for what seemed like hours but probably was only 20 minutes, and threw names back and forth. Finally I think I was thinking, well its a pyramid, but that doesn't sound personal and said why don't we call it "PID" the pyramid, or PID for short.... He loved it and so the bong/hooka's name was PID!
So this is how I thought of this story, and how Big Irish Dudes name abbreviated made me think of this...awesome how our brains worked..
So what happened to PID?
Well PID was such a knockout that everyone in the dorm that "was cool" had to try it, but after 1 or 2 trys it was too much for most people. It sat in my closet for a month and then we moved it to my buddies dorm, he basically had no room for it so we decided to ask around. We hung out at a local house, wasn't a frat house but a bunch of buddies that we became friends with and used to get stoned and play fooseball with, (on a pro level, not really but they were very good). We asked them if they wanted to keep it at their place and they said yes... so now, how do we get it over there... A 3' psycidellic painted pyramid with 3 pipes emerging from 3 of the sides. His sister also wasn't around and so we had no vehicle to drive...the only other option...the school shuttle...
We called it the Laid van, i think it was the companies actual name but just a funny name to begin with, especially transporting drunk college students to and from. So ok, lets do this.. as we get our testosterone levels up...Now let me mention this. This isn't a major university with tens of thousand of students, this is a private religious college with about 6K students... so they have a very strict zero tolerance if you get caught...We definitely were risking a lot moving this thing, but it was better than getting caught with it in our rooms, and neither of us had room for it anyways we had to take it..
So our idea....I was an engineering student so it was my "science project" if anyone asked... We covered it with a blanket the best we could, and all you could see was a little bit of the square base and the tubes, so the story was somewhat believable. And so we went for it, waiting for the Laid van for 5 minutes felt like hours with this, resin stinking, 3' blanket covered bong, let alone stolen off the homecoming float... So here comes the van, we get on as others are getting off. Of course the driver looks at us as well as the few passengers and says, whats that... and of course, my answer, a engineering project, end of conversation as I look the way of my buddy and force conversation to show my disinterest in their questions. It worked, no more questions, around the campus we go with our buddy "PID" who did seem like a friend for all that we been through with it. LOL. Anyhow we bring it to the friends house, it stays there, we visit on occasion, and I still hear rumors that it may still be around somewhere to this day.
I hope you liked the story everyone, It actually felt great writing it and reflecting back to memories that I had far brushed to the back of my mind.
i think i need to up my blue to tighten up the nodes but overall im very happy and adding the calmag hast stopped further signs of def.
