avoid cooking with pot at all costs.
2 things i'd like to share. first off, YUCK! is all i can think of now when i think of bud brownies. it was awful. throwing up and the works, for 3 main reasons:
1) the fumes from cooking it in the butter. you could smell it across the street, and it was bad enough to get the whole house stoned.
2) the shakes. after we strained the butter from the pot, we used the pot to make shakes that we drank. an ounce of pot.
3) the brownies. one is potent enough to fuck you up by itself. add a couple brownies to the above and youre in for a disaster.
the funniest part is, nard's mom, dad, and little cousin(she's like 8 or 9) ate some of those brownies. go figure.
other thing is, you should have seen the dog i had but couldnt keep. it was truly in love with me. followed me everywhere, i couldnt shake it off. when i went home and nard was taking it to his house, the moment he put it down(all the way in the alley already) the dog ran STRAIGHT to my house and tried to get over my fence by climbing the tree. it blows my mind.
1) the fumes from cooking it in the butter. you could smell it across the street, and it was bad enough to get the whole house stoned.
2) the shakes. after we strained the butter from the pot, we used the pot to make shakes that we drank. an ounce of pot.
3) the brownies. one is potent enough to fuck you up by itself. add a couple brownies to the above and youre in for a disaster.
the funniest part is, nard's mom, dad, and little cousin(she's like 8 or 9) ate some of those brownies. go figure.
other thing is, you should have seen the dog i had but couldnt keep. it was truly in love with me. followed me everywhere, i couldnt shake it off. when i went home and nard was taking it to his house, the moment he put it down(all the way in the alley already) the dog ran STRAIGHT to my house and tried to get over my fence by climbing the tree. it blows my mind.