The Flame-Free Confession Thread

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5508

ok, so I used to live in Colorado and the stuff they are putting out now in the “legal” shops is highly concentrated compared to the street weed and skunk bud of my youth living in Southern California.

Confession: was at a holiday party a few years ago back in Colorado and they had snacks and all kinds of assorted goodies. I ate a brownie not knowing it had THC in it. Then I ate another, and a third. They finally told me (once I started laughing like a school girl) that the brownies were laced.

I hadn’t had any THC since high school and this was just 2-3 years ago (I’m 46). Holy shit, my face was numb and I could barley walk. Knocked me on my ass.

Moral of the story - don’t eat too many Colorado Brownies.

post script: Going to a holiday party in Colorado at the same house this year on Christmas night.

I will have to do some extra cardio so I can fit in a brownie or 3 :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:

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5509

Does eating the THC reduce the urge to binge eat garbage later…aka the munchies?

I haven’t smoked since New Years Eve in college. It was an odd night. I somehow ended up at my house with two of my roommates friends. One was completely deaf and the other deaf but able to talk a bit. After sharing the blunt they rolled, my last memory of the night was watching Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back in closed captioning.

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5510

It’s been a while since I’ve partaken but I don’t remember ever really getting the munchies when using edibles. Usually the result for me is the most epic nap wherever I may happen to be, or just hanging around and enjoying a nice walk or whatever.

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5511

Not sure but what I do know is that eating the THC increases the likelihood of having a breakdance battle with your also-high buddy in the middle of the living room…

right up until you go numb and can’t move off the couch!

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5512

Incredible

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5513

I only ever smoked weed once, I was in Amsterdam with some friends, and Oh my did I do it wrong.

For starters none of us smoked, or had any experience with drugs, so that was our starting point. Zero knowledge.

We also didnt have any friends that did, to pass on useful tips or tid bits of advice.

Only one of us smoked cigarettes, and knew how to inhale, I only smoke cigars so no inhalation, the other guy smokes nothing.

We started light, sensibly testing the waters as you would, went to a reputable cafe and bought ‘something light’.

Well, after smoking our respective splifs? Joints? (Apologies I really don’t know the appropriate terminology for a tiny weed cigarette) we didn’t really ‘feel’ anything. So we went and bought some ‘cookies’ and ate those on the way to another cafe.

Here we decided to try a brownie, since we were making a hash (pun maybe a little intended) of the inhalation and figured that’s what was killing our buzz. Ate the brownie and, surprise, still didnt ‘feel’ anything.

Well we wandered through town to another cafe and, determined to experience a ‘proper high’, we bought what the owner referred to as, “some pretty strong skunk” (in your best dutch accent please)

Oh dear… This was an all together different experience.

I remember making it about 1/3 of the way down this thing, and it wasnt big by any standard, and all of a sudden, boom! I definitely felt it. I literally did not have a clue what is going on. I fully understand the term ‘spaced’ now, because that is the only word I can hse to describe the feeling I had.

The next 3-5 hours are completely lost to me, I can remember 20 minutes or so of sitting in the bar, trying to not to fall over, or die, then I have brief flashes of memory, of me wandering around the red light district, feeling pretty depressed at how young some of the girls were.

I also have a vivid memory of telling the guys a story and, halfway through, just stopping and thinking to myself ‘**** my voice is so annoying, how the hell do people put up with listening to me’.

And he never smoked weed again. The end

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5514

LOL, sorry but for some reason that statement reminded me of this…

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5515

My husband slightly resembles jay. Hair and all. Lol. And we have the movies on dvd. Can’t tell you how tired I am of hearing:

fu**. fu**. fu**
Mother mother f*k. Mother mother fu** fu** Mother fu** mother fu**
Noise noise noise.
1 2 1 2 3 4
Noise noise noise.

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5516

I would find another one of my clients, give them completely opposite advice and then have them post on that guys wall refuting his claims. Then have him cite me in his argument. It’d be interesting to watch the original person either admit he stole the first material from the same author or be forced to back down and concede to the same author’s different advice.

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5517

I think that’s just how folks decided to measure out. I asked that question to myself once, and I got mixed answers when I searched online. We do go by the ounce, qt oz. , half, etc. but others made a good point too. Just agreeing.

5518

Which is why I like the way you guys handle your stuff overseas concerning herb and herb related stuff. To this day I still get confused on imperical measurements.

5519

Depends on the person again.

Main difference in eating it, versus smoking it, is that your liver is processing it, which gives it a lot higher psychosomatic properties. The come down is where you’re either made or broken in terms of controlling yourself. Depending on how much I’ve eaten during the course of the day, I’ll have a small snack, if I haven’t eaten much, I’m probably clearing out my entire fridge.

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Ha! I remember my first time. Omg.

Since everyone is sharing I’ll share mine.

Here I am, 16 I believe. Hanging with big brother, driving around town, and I’m like “Tim, what’s that smell?”

His reply, “best dodey the dirty south has ever been graced with having” or something corny of that nature. He gives me this huge glass mason jar, top completely missing, with a sticker on it that says, “Alaskan Thunderfuck”. So I’m like, “this stuff seems serious”.

Fast forward another hour, we get to his rather crappy looking apartment with two girls I presume are his girlfriends? Idk. He pulls out what I now know is a vaporizer complete with gas mask.

“You in?” I just nod my head. I was given the run down on how to use it, how to inhale, hold it for an ingoldly amount of time, etc.

30 mins in and we’ve run through a few grams. I feel fine, happy as be can be. He drops me off at home, and I start walking to this little cafe thing that’s where my old highschool used to be where all my buddies would hang out. We’re talking, and everyone pops the question, “quick smoke sesh anyone?”

I agree because my brother spotted me a few grams of this seemingly mild herb.

Fast forward what I’m sure Is like hours, were camped out in this spot in the woods, passing glassware, and joints of all sizes, and here it comes.

It was like someone pressed the slow motion button 100 times, and when someone speaks here’s what I’m hearing:

in slow motion
Soooooooooo guuuuuuuyyysssss, whatssssss uupppppppppp wiiiiiiiiiiitthhhhhhh yaaaallllllllll?

And like my sensory operations were just going a mile a min, while at the same time I could not hold onto one thought to save my life.

I walk back to my house, and my mom sounds like, “Soooooooooo hoooooowwww waaaaasssss yoouuuuuurrrrr daaaaaaaaayyyyy?”

And I’m like, “ffffffffiiiiinnneeeee”

There was one point in time where I was in my room, dead silence everywhere, and I sneeze and I’m like, “oh my bad dude”. To my freaking self. Lol.

From that point on, I was a pretty avid pot smoker, and even dabbled in psychedelics for about a year or two. Now I just occasionally partake, but I’m not really a social smoker, I can be if I’m with a group of friends, but I usually just chill out at home with my husband.

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I suppose it’s a rough situation because even though as a coach I’m tracking all the varibles and making every weekly decision, unless the client is completely stupid they are ending up gaining knowledge of how I do things (I explain every decision, because I want people to understand my calls because no one will ever be 100%
Correct). So it would be weird to say don’t use what you’re learning. Still, being able to repeat something doesn’t mean you can use it, hence why you hear so many experienced prep coaches whining on social media when a client they coached for every one of their contests suddenly starts pushing themself as experienced enough to take their own clientele solely due to their experience as the race horse and not the trainer.

I’ve been doing this a while, but I still credit others I learned from when I repeat words of wisdom, of certain approaches they taught me…

S

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5522

“Information is not a skill”. I use that phrase almost every day haha

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5523

After just one week off and my squat session on Monday I am broken!!! The DOMS in my legs is ridiculous. Fk this old body of mine that takes a week to recover from one workout !!

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5524

Nothing annoys me more than finding a recipe of something I want to make only to see it’s written by a Yank and therefore all the ingredients are in cups and shit.

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5525

The real kick in the nuts is that there are US cups and Metric cups which are 10% different and no one makes a distinction.

So you then just hope that some other ingredient has a mass and lists grams or oz otherwise you have no hope.

End result is something that’s slightly drier or slightly less/more flavoursome than it should be. Bastards!!

5526

Feeder workouts. Only way I can survive life.

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5527

Oh wow I had no idea. Measuring non-liquids by volume seems insane anyway. Compounding this with two different measurements is ludicrous.