Yeah, they don't like to share. Never smoked with one, but I'll smoke the next one I catch dippin into my stash
OR Freebird Reviewed by OR Freebird on . Aliens are eating my stash Day 1: I know they are. I can smell it on their breath, the little purple bastards. I tried all the usual remedies -- shark repellent, pungi sticks, flypaper -- but I only made them angry. Every day I look there's a little bit more gone, and pot crumbs all over my desk. Day 2: Nailed one, with shrimp fork I was using to clean my bowl. Had the sucker pinned to the table, but as I moved in with the scissors, he ripped off his ear and fled. And the f'r actually grabbed a nug in broad Rating: 5