Where’s the bloody hash?
I had an interesting morning today.
I got up from my extremely tolerant girlfriend’s side, and slunk into the lounge to partake in a saturday morning smoke, before grabbing a bit more sleep. Something I do a lot. It’s nice.
The previous night had been a very pleasant one with some good friends round, and I was pretty sure I’d left my lovely lump of new hash on the table.
So when I went searching today I was more than a little surprised to see no sign of the hash at all. Vanished. It would appear.
I looked high and low – but nothing. Even tried calling my mate who had no idea. Something was not right.
Panic ensued.
Then for some reason I decided to look into the bin. Why I am not sure.
And bingo! There it was, right at the top of the bin, amongst a load of ash and stuff.
It would appear that the friend we have staying may have been a little over enthusiastic with her morning cleaning. She’s blond, so I don’t blame her. I do similar things, but crikey, that was a close run thing.
In other news humans make their own marijuana.
haha yes i cant recall how many times that has happened to me!
especially with really sticky new squidgey. i often put the really sticky stuff in some plastic and to the untrained eye it looks like some rubbish with black shit stuck to it.
happened last week!
The trick is to buy so much hash that it makes a noise when you drop it on the floor 😉 I find this works, for a while.