Quote Originally Posted by OR Freebird
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 nightlight while I was sitting their vegging with a stony stare.

Dat 3:

My bag is gone and I'm really high. There's a bud stuffed in my nose, a calling card of the alien mafia I fear. Checked the growroom and saw that they had manicured my plants without my permission, topping 2. Bastards. I hope you die and rot in wherever you guys go to rot.

Come back if you dare -- I got a double-barreled shotgun full of M&M's, and I'm ready to blast you into a sugary sweet oblivion.

But anyways, that's not what I wanted to ask. What I wanted to ask IS "Do you think I'm crazy or are there really aliens chowing down on my stash?"
lmao, hahahaha, that was hilarious....
BUZz UK Reviewed by BUZz UK 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