High, Hermie!

Just thought you'd enjoy the irony of my day's labor.

I was forced, by state law, to turn 4 Oz. of quality HI Homie III budz into 12.5g. of hash that I'll prolly have to keep in a sturdy cage.

I'm actually afraid to bioassay dis run.
Should prolly wait for da wife's return.
Tryin' dis kine ting when home alone could turn my li'l, green, butt inta dogfood, yah?

Actually, I did do a half hit from da 150 mesh bag.
Whew!
Howzit?
Well, see the previous post.:stoned::silly:

Now, it's getting very hrd to type.
Damn!
Keeps climbing.
Or sinking.
Semantics!
No, sinking.
Feels like 40 feet down in warm, breath-able, salt water.
Or a latex pressure suit.
Wow! I goota go.

Weeze has acheived lizardity!.