and here I thought I was a professional weed smoker BITD, but that shit is new to me. I smoked my weed like a normal person, out of a bowl or one hitter, unless I needed to use an apple or coke can.
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and here I thought I was a professional weed smoker BITD, but that shit is new to me. I smoked my weed like a normal person, out of a bowl or one hitter, unless I needed to use an apple or coke can.
Hash, not weed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danno
same same, still didn't need some knives in a electric stove to smoke hash (not that hash was very common for me back then).Quote:
Originally Posted by riser4
Of course, I has a gas stove back then so never had the means for that method.
Yeah, the popularity of hot knifing waned with the resurgence of gas stoves in the 80s.
Of course if you or one of your friends lived in a building with old-ass appliances...
I lived in a house (on Iron St in B-ham ironically), where every knife in the house had burn marks on it. Definitely a high point in my life.
I see what you did there....Quote:
Originally Posted by Name Redacted
Im with danno. First time my roommates pulled out the butter knives i was excited, and then i realized that it was just an awkward, dangerous way to inhale hot weed smoke. So i went back to bong hits. I still dont get the attraction.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danno
You weird, drug-addled fucks :)
[In all seriousness this is something I'd never even heard of before seeing this thread today]
How to tell one hasn’t stayed in a ski town budget hotel room with kitchenette in the 80’s and 90’s.
Hot knives are a far better way to smoke hash, if you don't have weed to mix it with and can't stand tobacco, then straight out of a pipe or on a pin.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danno
Hash was very common here when I was in HS and until the summer of 1991. I didn't know why at the time, but looking back, it makes sense given that I grew up in Crittenden County, the home of Billy Greer. That was a "dry" summer indeed.
Difficulty doing hot knives on a gas stove? Skill issue.
Just one of many ways to smoke weed. Not the best, maybe on the lower end of the spectrum, but the end result is you get high. We would take a few hits and drive up to Baker to snowboard. I've never been a big smoker, and never heavily invested in the required equipment to properly smoke the weeds.
Like a beer/soda can?Quote:
Originally Posted by Name Redacted
Hell - Dale's even shows you where to poke the hole.Quote:
Originally Posted by californiagrown
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Causes alzheimers bruh. But yeah, also in the same genre as knife hits.Quote:
Originally Posted by californiagrown
Similar to when a buddy didnt want to get the covid vaccine because it hadnt been tested enough... motherfucker, i just heard you tell me a story about snorting some shitty coke with a skanky girl from the bar, rawdogging her, smoking weed out of a beer can, and drinking a buddys home distilled liqor... and you think the vaccine hasnt been tested enough for your liking?!?!?!?!Quote:
Originally Posted by Name Redacted
Heh. We all know one like that.Quote:
Originally Posted by californiagrown
"Dumber than a jar of frogs, that boy..."
100%Quote:
Originally Posted by BCMtnHound
Necessity is the mother of invention and all that.
HahaQuote:
Originally Posted by riser4
Blackberries that look awesome but are extra tart to sour are annoying.
yeahnaw… pie blackberries. That’s what those are.
Pears make better pipes. And they taste better when you are trying to get rid of the evidence.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danno
Stoners can be some of the most interesting engineers. There is always a way.
Because getting hash was kinda rare and we didn't want to waste any of it, we'd go the pin under the cup or hot knife route. All smoke was inhaled, don't let the goods just waft around. Also each hit is a freshie instead of a smoldering chunk or bits.
Mixing it with weed in a bowl was a treat and a sign of someone's generosity.
Never heard of smoking weed with hot knives. That's kinda hesher.
Interesting about 1991. I remember summer of 1990 being dry nationwide. I was driving to Denver to find a kewpie doll.
Met a couple from DC whilst working on the tram.
While visiting family for thanksgiving in NoVa., I call them and they say come over.
I do and he has no connections for weed, same as everywhere. But he can get me an Oz. of black sticky afghani hash for $280.
WTF?!!!!! I says. I get it and go back to JH with an oversized golfball of hash.
Started winter tram ops with low snow so taking skiers to tower3 or summit. I get stationed on T3 opening the gate and sitting in shack.
I was sooooooo wasted that Dec. of '90.
Word got out and I made a fuckton of cool local friends pronto.
Hash. Man, those were salad days.
^ So many hours of my life spent driving around to find weed back then. What would I have done otherwise? I don't have the slightest idea. What did people do that didn't smoke?
Before I started drinking, sit around with my friends and bitch about how bored we were. After I started drinking, sit around with my friends in a bar and try unsuccessfully to hook up.Quote:
Originally Posted by gravitylover
“Man, how long is that light been red?”
Electric stove coils were great for sealing the cut ends of nylon webbing, before they invented premade quick draws. As for as cooking, they sucked.
Sock sizing, if you wear a size 11.5 shoe, a sock advertised as fitting a range of sizes from 6-12 is not going to be a comfy fit so sizing up is the best bet. Shouldn’t the sizes just be advertised accordingly to “best fit” instead of a overlapping size ranges?
Sure but then your only options would be a size 9 sock and a size 15 sock.
Sticking with clothing sizes, seems like a lot of T-shirts are all made for the same skinny crack heads and the only difference in size is how long they are. Buy a large thinking there will be a little more room in the chest and it will be tight like a bodysuit.
Nepalese temple ball with the little arrow imprint, afghani black with Mazar-i-sharif printed in gold, Lebanese red or blond with the smiling couple color print, Moroccan kif and that green hard shit from India.Quote:
Originally Posted by Djongo Unchained
All the good stuff from 1969-1975 when it seemed to be replaced by Thai stick about 76 and later Oregon/Cali bud.
Did so many hot knives bitd, started with hash, but when it was scarce later, volatile stinky bud worked just as well. Saw many, many wasters crumple to the floor.
I support whatever party makes texting political ads and solicitations illegal. Even Robert F(ucking)Kennedy Jr. Even Jill Stein.
thats's bread and butter... when did you last voluntarily give up bread and butter?
Why don’t phones and tablets have a ‘bottom of page’ shortcut, they way that every one of them has a ‘top of page’ shortcut?
Do we use the bottom of our screen too much for other purposes?
Is there an IPhone hack?
Playing the waiting game was brutal.Quote:
Originally Posted by gravitylover
No cell phones, stay near the phone; don't miss the call.
My buddy from Riverton was living in driggs for quite some time. He was "housesitting" for his uncle who was doing a stretch for trafficking hash. He used to make runs to California and bring it back. Had been doing it for quite awhile and the only time he got pulled over was right when he was a couple blocks from his house. This was also back when Driggs police force were an outstanding good ol boys network of local Mormon rapists and generally upstanding citizens..... jfc.Quote:
Originally Posted by Djongo Unchained
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Suppliers who can't live up to their job title. Fucking bastards!
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Originally Posted by Name Redacted
Let it go man. That was a long time ago.Quote:
Originally Posted by Djongo Unchained
It was memorable only in that it was nationwide and the only time between 1982 and 2024.Quote:
Originally Posted by ENDOOO
I was promptly introduced to the Arcata connection and the steady Humboldt flow by '91.
There were regional droughts during all of those years.Quote:
Originally Posted by Djongo Unchained
In I guess '82 there was a drought in the NE. I was home from school and met my friend Mike in Boston, it was quite a night, but there was no weed in sight. None anywhere. Pitchers of Kamikazes, though. Mike decided to drive his ass back to the 'burbs, got lost and realized he was too hammered to figure it out, so he pulled the car over and went to sleep.
He wakes up with a State Trooper knocking on the window. Trooper rousts Mike out of the car. Mike's apparently fine by this time, I have no idea how long he was asleep but he passed all the tests. But the Trooper searches the car, finds a couple of bongs, multiple pipes, papers, etc. What-have-you. He's lining this stuff up on the roof of the car as he finds it. All of it has been scraped as clean as humanly possible because of the drought.
Trooper says, "Michael if there's one flake of weed in this car you're going to jail." Well there wasn't because drought. So he'd passed the sobriety stuff and he had no weed. Finally the Trooper gives up. climbs out the car and says, "Michael, pack up your portable head shop and get out of my sight."
That line has amused me for years. The drought was annoying, though.
We were getting it from a grower in Maine during that time. they were real low key and not big producers. The supply was pretty reliable but expensive for the times and the bud was sticky and sweet. When I was in high school all of our weed came out of Maine.Quote:
Originally Posted by ötzi