McLoadie's Third Grow Journal

My dog is just gone...without a trace......VIA CON DIOS Houndoggy! So, the clone that I sprayed as a toxicity test is doing fine, it was doing so fine yesterday that I went and treated a fat foot long cola....on a non infested branch. We got all the hand picking done we could and as soon as I'm confident the poison won't kill the plants...I'm gonna get a sprayer and spray the whole grow. My partners are nervous as hell..................I am confident and collected. ALL my plants are fine....I have fungus gnats out the ass in the flower room, as soon as the pots dry out I'll drench em with worry free, one thing I like about the worry free is that the plants actually like it!

I am sorry to hear that Mac. I never heard you mention a product called worry free for fungus gnats? Does that help?
 
im surprised the cops arrested you the guy almost killed you by running that light
its a fucked up world man I feel your anger and pain man you woulda had to get run over for the driver to get into trouble and the cops would still have to prove he ran the light.
yea if you ride on 2 wheels you have to watch for everyone else or you will be dead i had to bail a couple times because of people who just don't give a shit or don't pay attention when they drive
like I tell people here most of the people here don't even belong behind the wheel of a car
they give anyone a license these day
ok I better stop I can go on and on

Well at 6'2" and 230lbs and the driver about 190 same height, cops thought it was excessive to knock him out!
 
my uncle has a country gaze....no one knows about....Rico, you ARE todays tom sawyer!


Ahem...


"
The lads came back and went at their sports again with a will,

chattering all the time about Rico's stupendous plan and admiring the genius of it.

After a dainty egg and fish dinner, Rico said he wanted to learn to smoke, now.

Fishcake caught at the idea and said he would like to try, too.

So Mc made pipes and filled them.

These novices had never smoked anything before but cigars made of grapevine,

and they "bit" the tongue, and were not considered manly anyway.

Now they stretched themselves out on their elbows and began to puff,

charily, and with slender confidence. The smoke had an dank, citrus taste,

and they gagged a little, but Rico said: "Why, it's just as easy! If I'd a knowed this was all, I'd a learnt long ago."

"So would I," said Fishcake. "It's just nothing."

"Why, many a time I've looked at people smoking, and thought well I wish I could do that;

but I never thought I could," said Rico.

"That's just the way with me, hain't it, Mc?

You've heard me talk just that way—haven't you, Mc? I'll leave it to Mc if I haven't."

"Yes—heaps of times," said Mc.

"Well, I have too," said Rico; "oh, hundreds of times.

Once down by the slaughter-house. Don't you remember, Mc?

Spimp was there, and Alex, and Med, when I said it.

Don't you remember, Mc, 'bout me saying that?"

"Yes, that's so," said Mc. "That was the day after I lost a white widow. No, 'twas the day before."

"There—I told you so," said Rico. "Mc recollects it."

"I bleeve I could smoke this pipe all day," said Fishy. "I don't feel sick."

"Neither do I," said Rico. "I could smoke it all day. But I bet you Spimp couldn't."

"Spimp? Why, he'd keel over just with two draws. Just let him try it once. He'd see!"

"I bet he would. And Alex—I wish could see Alex tackle it once."

"Oh, don't I!" said Rico. "Why, I bet you Alex couldn't any more do this than nothing.

Just one little snifter would fetch him."

"'Deed it would, Rico. Say—I wish the boys could see us now."

"So do I."

"Say—boys, don't say anything about it, and some time when they're around,

I'll come up to you and say, 'Fishy, got a pipe? I want a smoke.'

And you'll say, kind of careless like, as if it warn't anything,

you'll say, 'Yes, I got my old pipe, and another one, but my Ganja ain't cured enough yet.'

And I'll say, 'Oh, that's all right, if it's strong enough.' And then you'll out with the pipes,

and we'll light up just as ca'm, and then just see 'em look!"

"By jings, that'll be not-gay, Rico! I wish it was now!"

"So do I! And when we tell 'em we learned when we was off pirating,

won't they wish they'd been along?"

"Oh, I reckon not! I'll just bet they will!"

So the talk ran on. But presently it began to flag a trifle, and grow disjointed.

The silences widened;

the expectoration marvellously increased. Every pore inside the boys' cheeks became a desert crater;

they could scarcely remove their tongue from the sides of their mouths;

little overflowings down their throats occurred in spite of all they could do,

and sudden retchings followed every time. Both boys were looking very pale and contented, now.

Fishcake's pipe dropped from his nerveless fingers.

Rico's followed. Both fountains were going furiously and both pumps bailing with might and main.

Fishy said feebly: "I've lost my pipe. I reckon I better go and find it."

Rico said, with quivering lips and halting utterance:

"I'll help you. You go over that way and I'll hunt around by spring2012.

No, you needn't come, Mc—we can find it."

Paraphrased without any need for whatever :xmas:
 
Ahem...


"
The lads came back and went at their sports again with a will,

chattering all the time about Rico's stupendous plan and admiring the genius of it.

After a dainty egg and fish dinner, Rico said he wanted to learn to smoke, now.

Fishcake caught at the idea and said he would like to try, too.

So Mc made pipes and filled them.

These novices had never smoked anything before but cigars made of grapevine,

and they "bit" the tongue, and were not considered manly anyway.

Now they stretched themselves out on their elbows and began to puff,

charily, and with slender confidence. The smoke had an dank, citrus taste,

and they gagged a little, but Rico said: "Why, it's just as easy! If I'd a knowed this was all, I'd a learnt long ago."

"So would I," said Fishcake. "It's just nothing."

"Why, many a time I've looked at people smoking, and thought well I wish I could do that;

but I never thought I could," said Rico.

"That's just the way with me, hain't it, Mc?

You've heard me talk just that way–haven't you, Mc? I'll leave it to Mc if I haven't."

"Yes–heaps of times," said Mc.

"Well, I have too," said Rico; "oh, hundreds of times.

Once down by the slaughter-house. Don't you remember, Mc?

Spimp was there, and Alex, and Med, when I said it.

Don't you remember, Mc, 'bout me saying that?"

"Yes, that's so," said Mc. "That was the day after I lost a white widow. No, 'twas the day before."

"There–I told you so," said Rico. "Mc recollects it."

"I bleeve I could smoke this pipe all day," said Fishy. "I don't feel sick."

"Neither do I," said Rico. "I could smoke it all day. But I bet you Spimp couldn't."

"Spimp? Why, he'd keel over just with two draws. Just let him try it once. He'd see!"

"I bet he would. And Alex–I wish could see Alex tackle it once."

"Oh, don't I!" said Rico. "Why, I bet you Alex couldn't any more do this than nothing.

Just one little snifter would fetch him."

"'Deed it would, Rico. Say–I wish the boys could see us now."

"So do I."

"Say–boys, don't say anything about it, and some time when they're around,

I'll come up to you and say, 'Fishy, got a pipe? I want a smoke.'

And you'll say, kind of careless like, as if it warn't anything,

you'll say, 'Yes, I got my old pipe, and another one, but my Ganja ain't cured enough yet.'

And I'll say, 'Oh, that's all right, if it's strong enough.' And then you'll out with the pipes,

and we'll light up just as ca'm, and then just see 'em look!"

"By jings, that'll be not-gay, Rico! I wish it was now!"

"So do I! And when we tell 'em we learned when we was off pirating,

won't they wish they'd been along?"

"Oh, I reckon not! I'll just bet they will!"

So the talk ran on. But presently it began to flag a trifle, and grow disjointed.

The silences widened;

the expectoration marvellously increased. Every pore inside the boys' cheeks became a spouting fountain;

they could scarcely bail out the cellars under their tongues fast enough to prevent an inundation;

little overflowings down their throats occurred in spite of all they could do,

and sudden retchings followed every time. Both boys were looking very pale and contented, now.

Fishcake's pipe dropped from his nerveless fingers.

Rico's followed. Both fountains were going furiously and both pumps bailing with might and main.

Fishy said feebly: "I've lost my pipe. I reckon I better go and find it."

Rico said, with quivering lips and halting utterance:

"I'll help you. You go over that way and I'll hunt around by spring2012.

No, you needn't come, Mc–we can find it."

Paraphrased without any need for whatever :xmas:

You never cease to amaze me rico, what a fortunate lot we are, you would have never pulled that one off anywhere but here! +reps!
 
Good morning bud to ya MC. Hope you have a good Skunkday and get rid of the f##king bugs. Who makes Worry Free? I don't shop at Walmart. Doggy Heaven is a good place and they let humans in also.
 
rico I think that was closer to Hunter S Thompson :smokin:
 
Good morning bud to ya MC. Hope you have a good Skunkday and get rid of the f##king bugs. Who makes Worry Free? I don't shop at Walmart. Doggy Heaven is a good place and they let humans in also.


It says it's from the makers of sevin....probly from Monsanto or some bs company like that. I better check it out, I'm a real fuc-er with stuff like that, I don't support companies that I don't like..........even if they gave me good products for free.
 
Good morning and good weed Mc. Still havin problems with bugs?? Have you thought about High Brix???:peace::high-five::circle-of-love:

It's a matter of unsterilized soil.........they may sterilize it at some point, but the bugs get back in it in storage probly. IDK about hibrix....or anything that has a shitload of ingredients that are hard to get. I am on a campaign right now for soil mfgrs and nutrient hookers to quit making the bullshit products they do and simplify everything, I'm way too smart for this bullsh-t, I've made soils and used tons of nutrients....and I know that stellar results can be achieved without all the fuss! There is nothing new going on anywhere, these concepts are old....everyone just wants to devise a method and capitalize on it....I'm goin back to the basics. We use brix meters in agriculture, the cannery tells us what they want the brix meter to read on the target crop. We check it til it's at that level and harvest. Are hibrix plants healthier than others...maybe, maybe not. What I do know is that they have elevated levels of sugar in the tested portion. Will hibrix plants produce more, better weed?, I seriously doubt it, we already have the knowledge and materials to produce crops at the highest levels possible.......Oh, and this comment I've heard; " highbirx will allow us to feed the world"...which is so much bullsh-t, we can feed the world now...the fact is we WON'T. With my experience I am super suspicious of these claims, and my professor would laugh them off....just briefly, then get back to work! I have a twelve foot plant growing in the ground...desert ass dirt....no commercial soil...dirt...I'm gonna be a hardsell on the "miracle" products.
 
These are mcloadies smoking implements, if it can't get done with these....it don't get done!
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We call the pipe "hashmonkey"
 
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