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#221

Even Kush can’t keep up


#222

Wow! I guess he does like the fresh shit.


#223

The only thing that goes into theat trash can is leaves and paper towels. I take that bag to the dump and compact it. If ever found, it’s not mixed anywhere near my house hold trash.


#224

That’s very good thinking. You don’t need that to come back on you. I’m lucky I have a burning barrel I just burn everything or I throw in the cornfield


#225

I was going to burn my trash, but then I figured that was a little too paranoid lol


#226

Paranoid. No. Who? Me? No. Never :joy:


#227

Did you hear that? What was that! There it is again dammit


#228

LMAO oh God that is funny I do that shit sometimes when I’m in the house by myself


#229

Kush strikes again?! Oh, no!


#230

Thats genius. I have a… compost bucket? Of leaves. But a few make it in the trash


#231

Kush`s profile would read " I am aspiring to one day be a judge at the Cannabis Cup and retire as a beach bar owner in Jamaica MON…


#232

Yeah mine all go into a bag with nothing else that’ll be dropped into a business trash can.

And that dog is making you work lol.


#233

I bring good tidings to all on this Xmas Eve, and here are some pix of weed!!

Lucy is all tied up at the moment, but she sends her love :smiling_imp:
Cindy has forgiven Kush for his actions. Level heads finally prevailed.

I hit dabs from my pussy stick :dash: as I put a close on this post. I’m stupid high now, Y’all. My heads :santa:t3: startin ta float :wave:t3:


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#234

LOL I love it man. That’s like reading twas the night before Christmas :wink:


#235

Looking good, considering 31 days ago, Kush happened!


#236

I think that dog is magic. He chews off the stuff he knows won’t grow right and like magic it grows back better than before lol.


#237

Are you calling Kush, the Michelangelo of Marijuana?


“It is the sculptor’s power, so often alluded to, of finding the perfect form and features of a goddess, in the shapeless block of marble; and his ability to chip off all extraneous matter, and let the divine excellence stand forth for itself. Thus, in every incident of business, in every accident of life, the poet sees something divine, and carefully scales off all that encumbers that divinity, and permits it to be revealed in all its transcendent loveliness.”

Or is he just a “sandwich artist”


#238

Damn , if you came up with that you are either higher than groceries or should be the poet laureate of ILGM Budbrother…LMAO


#239

I’m higher than a giraffes balls


#240

Never really stood beside a Giraffe. Full grown?