Growing ethics

[moshmonkey]

When I picture your growing area, I hear some birds in the distance, I see a light fog rolling out and being replaced by sunshine, and a sense of calm comes over me. A deer walks up and gently nuzzles my groin area. We share a joint, she takes me back to here place and I eventually become king of the forest, living in peace and harmony with all the creatures of the forest, which take care of my grows for me and bake me magic brownies. All I have to do is lay in the sun, smoke weed and invent stuff, or paint or write. A few times each week the animals bring me a new human virgin to command and love. Eventually the legend of my doings and my tribe become required reading at all schools and churches. That seems pretty reasonable.

bloody hell thats weird! that happened me yesterday

[Opie Yutts]

LOL. Really.