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lmao this post is great
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I meant to ask you what was going on with that?
It's a cluster of problems. More then I care to say. But one way or another it will get fixed. Just not as quick as we were hoping.
Twas the Night before Kushmas, when all thro’ the pad,
Not a creature was stirring, because of those dabs;
The Stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In Hopes that Ganja Clause would soon be there;
The stoners were nestled all snug in their beds
While hazy visions of fat sacks, danc’d in their heads
Mama had kief, and I had my pipe
We’d settled our brains as we smoked all night
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed and grabbed all my shatter
Away to the window, I flew like the Flash
Tore open the shutters, and grabbed a hold of my stash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Made it look trippy, as I hit my Hydro
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a lowrider sleigh, and eight tiny straindeer
With a jolly old driver, so lively and large
Holy shit, is that Ganja Clause?
More rapid than eagles his courses they came
And he whistled, shouted and call’d them by name:
“NOW! HASHER, now! Hasher, Now! Dabber and Splifsen,
“On! Bonget, on! Bonget, on! Blunter and Ripsen;
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now hash away! Hash away! Hash away all!
As dry buds before the wild hurricane fly,
When they met with an obstacle, mounted so high
So up to the house-top the straindeers they flew
With a sleigh full of sacks, and Ganja Clause too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof of my pad
The bubbling and coughing, the hitting of killer dabs
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney, Ganja Clause came with a bound
He was dress’d in hemp clothing, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot
A bundle of nugs was flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler, selling fat sacks
His eyes – How they hazed! His smile was alright
He stopped real quick to spark up his pipe
His droll little mouth was dryer than hell
And the beard of his chin, had a particular smell
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old joker
And I laughed when I saw him, we’re both fucking tokers!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon made me realize, there was nothing to dread
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his duties
and filled all the stockings with a shit load of doobies
And laying his finger on the side of his pipe
He took a monster hit, and disappeared into the night
He sprung to his ride, to his team he did yell
And away they all flew, leaving that ganja smell
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight;
“Hempy Kushmas to all, and enjoy all the stoner’s delight!
Not a creature was stirring, because of those dabs;
The Stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In Hopes that Ganja Clause would soon be there;
The stoners were nestled all snug in their beds
While hazy visions of fat sacks, danc’d in their heads
Mama had kief, and I had my pipe
We’d settled our brains as we smoked all night
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed and grabbed all my shatter
Away to the window, I flew like the Flash
Tore open the shutters, and grabbed a hold of my stash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Made it look trippy, as I hit my Hydro
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a lowrider sleigh, and eight tiny straindeer
With a jolly old driver, so lively and large
Holy shit, is that Ganja Clause?
More rapid than eagles his courses they came
And he whistled, shouted and call’d them by name:
“NOW! HASHER, now! Hasher, Now! Dabber and Splifsen,
“On! Bonget, on! Bonget, on! Blunter and Ripsen;
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now hash away! Hash away! Hash away all!
As dry buds before the wild hurricane fly,
When they met with an obstacle, mounted so high
So up to the house-top the straindeers they flew
With a sleigh full of sacks, and Ganja Clause too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof of my pad
The bubbling and coughing, the hitting of killer dabs
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney, Ganja Clause came with a bound
He was dress’d in hemp clothing, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot
A bundle of nugs was flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler, selling fat sacks
His eyes – How they hazed! His smile was alright
He stopped real quick to spark up his pipe
His droll little mouth was dryer than hell
And the beard of his chin, had a particular smell
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old joker
And I laughed when I saw him, we’re both fucking tokers!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon made me realize, there was nothing to dread
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his duties
and filled all the stockings with a shit load of doobies
And laying his finger on the side of his pipe
He took a monster hit, and disappeared into the night
He sprung to his ride, to his team he did yell
And away they all flew, leaving that ganja smell
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight;
“Hempy Kushmas to all, and enjoy all the stoner’s delight!
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Think Jingle Bells.....................
Temple Balls, Temple Balls;
Dabing through the show
My E-Nails all aglow
O’er the couch we go
Stumbling all the way
Bells ringing in my ears
Making spirits speak
Oh what sport to hide away
Surely ‘bout to freak
Temple Balls, Temple Balls
Harvest’s under way
Oh what fun to smell it all
My buds are going to Slay
Planting cannabis weeds
Just to watch them grow
O’er the fields we glow
Giggling all the way
Bongs with bubble hash
All from private stash
The gift that’s all been passed
Thank AFN for blessings cast
Temple Balls, Temple Balls
Harvest’s under way
Oh what fun to smell it all
My buds are going to Slay
A joint or two ago
I thought I’d get a buzz
And catch up on the news
Festivus ‘N’ all the loves
The crew with all the Mods
Mossy and the Hobbes
To all the peeps with farming dreams
A great big hug from Mañ’O’Green
Temple Balls, Temple Balls
Harvest’s under way
Oh what fun to smell it all
My buds are going to Slay
Happy Festivus to One and All.
www.AutoFlower.net
December 16, 2108
Mañ’O’Green
Temple Balls, Temple Balls;
Dabing through the show
My E-Nails all aglow
O’er the couch we go
Stumbling all the way
Bells ringing in my ears
Making spirits speak
Oh what sport to hide away
Surely ‘bout to freak
Temple Balls, Temple Balls
Harvest’s under way
Oh what fun to smell it all
My buds are going to Slay
Planting cannabis weeds
Just to watch them grow
O’er the fields we glow
Giggling all the way
Bongs with bubble hash
All from private stash
The gift that’s all been passed
Thank AFN for blessings cast
Temple Balls, Temple Balls
Harvest’s under way
Oh what fun to smell it all
My buds are going to Slay
A joint or two ago
I thought I’d get a buzz
And catch up on the news
Festivus ‘N’ all the loves
The crew with all the Mods
Mossy and the Hobbes
To all the peeps with farming dreams
A great big hug from Mañ’O’Green
Temple Balls, Temple Balls
Harvest’s under way
Oh what fun to smell it all
My buds are going to Slay
Happy Festivus to One and All.
www.AutoFlower.net
December 16, 2108
Mañ’O’Green
WoW!
Mrs f6 just got a massive food aid package.. wtf
Her father passed last Thursday unfortunately and I guess the ladies she works with get she isn't a flowers type gurl.
Pretty crazy, like 4kg of sugar, 7 bottles of cordial, 10x 1lt long life milk, 5 jars of coffee. 10 packs of Tim tams.. ramen noodles ..... Out of control!
Nice gesture though, she/we are very humbled.
Good to know there is some "nice" left in the world!
From Mrs f6 and myself!
Merry Christmas AfN one and all!
You are ledgend!
6s
Mrs f6 just got a massive food aid package.. wtf
Her father passed last Thursday unfortunately and I guess the ladies she works with get she isn't a flowers type gurl.
Pretty crazy, like 4kg of sugar, 7 bottles of cordial, 10x 1lt long life milk, 5 jars of coffee. 10 packs of Tim tams.. ramen noodles ..... Out of control!
Nice gesture though, she/we are very humbled.
Good to know there is some "nice" left in the world!
From Mrs f6 and myself!
Merry Christmas AfN one and all!
You are ledgend!
6s
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