...sometimes leave me breathless... :stoned:

ON topic:

Yeah, they're correct in that an Oh is 28g (and /better/be/ 28, not 26.4 or 25... I /won't/ deal with anyone who doesn't deal in straight weight.

If I expect there to be 1 to 1.2 (the usual dime up here in Canada, tho if you're a /good/ buddy, expect 1.5ish, but you're gonna stick around and smoke some of it and try to play videogames with your bud who just /happens/ to have the /good/ bud whilst your bodies are in another universe somewhere on the couch),

...or 3.5 (an eighth out west, a half-quarter out east, someone 'splain that to me, please),

...or 7 (a quarter pretty much everywhere, possibly the apocryphal 'lid' of the '70s),

...or 14 (a half),

...or twennyfuckinEIGHT (an Oh, a Zee, 'one full one', what are /your/ neighbourhoods' names for it, btw?), there /better/ be that, or a bit more, in that bag. *

If there is usually a bit more in the bag, I will sometimes (everyother time or so) burn one with dude if he or I are not 'running somewhere else', and perpetually late, for some /strange/ reason...), and engage in deep philosophical discussion. Or try to. Fuckit. Let's just blast the TUNES from my audiophile-grade stereo (we don' /need/ no steeenkeeng soobwoofooors, mon!)... now where is that Steve Vai CD again?

OFF-topic, since we're there anyways...

/True/ story, courtesy of a nephew who in his early-mid-twenties was working for one of the two major railroads up here in Canada:

He's on a new crew, working out sooo far in the bush that the only place to eat/sleep/drink, etc, is on the fucking work train that they're living on and extending the track out in front of.

Don't laugh. This still happens up here in Canada.

We have lots of bush.

Now remember, the railroads are, for some reason, one of the /only/ places that will hire you if you've pretty much fucked up everywhere else. This does NOT describe my nephew, who just landed the job from an aunt or step-mom who was somewhere up in the bureacracy, and who was big and strong enough (6'3", 235ish, /long/ arms...) to actually do the gig. It paid like 25-ish an hour to start. Firkin' good money for an early-twennysomething dude.

So he's sitting in the dining car on like the third day up in nowheresville, and all of a sudden, he feels his hardhat get knocked off from behind, while everyone starts laughing their collective asses off.

Sigh. Time to fight some stupid fuck. OR laugh, if he's got a lit joint in his hand.

He turns around on the bench/seat, and the dude who is standing behind him did NOT knock his hardhat off with his hand.

I give you /one/ guess.

Buddy's thing was like 14-15 inches long, and prolly about as thick as your wrist.

They're all sitting and standing around laughing their collective asses off, including The Mutant. Apparently, this is some kind of initiation ceremony for the 'new guy', which of course did not sit well with my nephew.

So he grabs buddy's /thing/, slams it down on the table, and SMASHES IT with the underside of his /other/ fist**, which has come down at Mach Four, right 'bout midway.

Did I mention that my nephew at that time was around 6'3, 235ish, might'a even been round 240-ish, with /no/ fat on 'im. Long arms, and /fast/..?

I let your imaginations attempt to duplicate the noise buddy made. I also let your imaginations figg'r out how long it took buddy to \drop\ to the floor.

No one was laughing anymore.

My nephew went back to his lunch, tho some soup was spilt during the 'teach'***.

I don't think buddy ever did that again.


We now return you to your Regularly Scheduled Thread.

(c)C :chainsaw:

* Your Friendly Neighbourhood Dealer is very flexible. If you need sixteen grams, for some strange reason, he'll probably cut you 'round the same price as if he's selling you a slightly higher quantity, but priced at the amount you require (or can afford).

Prices here in TO: (slightly lower on larger quantities on the street, but med.dispensaries and FND are 'round the same)

Dime: Ten. Twelve to fifteen for /good/ stuff.
Eighth: 25 to 35, 40 if it's da bomb.
Quarter: 50-70, 91 for top-drawer at the dispensary.
Half: 80 to 90 if it's either shitty or you're really well hooked-up (see example listed on trancendental videogaming earlier), or 110 to 120 for /good/, and 130 to 140 for H0LY F*** stuff. 115 at the dispensary for good, 182 for psychotic.
Oh: One-fitty outta town. 160-180 for decent, two hun for /good/. RARE is 230, but you are NOT gonna move for a while offa that shite. Top drawer at the dispensary on an Oh is 364, but they might cut ya a deal if you're buying that much regularly.

** I thought my nephew was being slightly merciful for only using the /soft/ part of his fist to slam buddy's thing with, but he explained that he was only being expedient. To hit it with his knuckles, he would have had to stand up first, where he could get pretty much the same effect, much faster, with a good hammer-strike off the underside, and it meant that he didn't have to get up off the bench. It also meant that he didn't really chance fucking up his hand or knuckles, which would be needed to carry Heavy Things with, after lunch.

*** A quaint anglo-saxon aphorism for 'giving someone a lesson', or perhaps 'here endeth the lesson'