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There's a shrek musical?

This is the correct way to enjoy weed

My first attempt at cooking with weed I used an ounce in a 9"x9" brownie pan. One brownie and I could feel hair growing in my mouth

1 gram/edible is my go to with plant material. I got wrecked when I made chocolates with 1 gram hash per chocolate...absolutely fucking wrecked 9/10 recommend if you enjoy psychedelics.

With today's weed that's maybe 260mg of THC at the very most, assuming a perfectly temperature-controlled environment. It's a large dose, yes, but nothing insane. If you smoke/dab/vape more than 2-3 times a week then ~200mg is manageable. And daily tokers don't have to start panicking until they've passed the 600-1000mg threshold. Even then tolerance builds rapidly.

The point I'm making is that OP fucked up, yes, but it's not a big deal.

I ate too many pot cookies once thinking they were weak and then went to bed a couple hours later. I had a dream of floating in complete blackness and then a blinding white light hit me along with the loudest sound I've ever heard. I woke up sitting bolt upright in bed sweating through my sheets then called my friend babbling about how I saw God in a dream lmao

put 1G per cracker because I'm autistic

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lol lightweight OP that's how you know it's real

One of my best friends was also a neighbor of mine. I was on my porch smoking a morning cig and he yells over to me, "Hey, you want some hot chocolate?" I'm not the kind of person to turn down hot chocolate, so I say, "Sure." He brings it over, and we both drink our hot coco and smoke cigs while the sun rises over Tampa Bay. This is some real bro shit, and one of my fondest memories. However, it took a turn when I noticed the flavor of the hot chocolate. It was earthy. I really liked it, though, it was such a unique flavor, and I thought that it may have been some high quality chocolate or something, so I asked him. He said, "No, it's POT chocolate."

Now, I smoked some weed back in high school. You know, that brown basement weed that had been harvested from the roaches of that one friend's parent's ashtray. That weed. This wasn't that weed. This was high quality. This was potent. Still, I thought to myself, "I used to smoke weed all the time, this can't be that bad." I was wrong. That shit wiped me out. I was too stoned to move. I was fully ready to die in that chair. I watched the sun rise and set like the OG Time Machine film.

I hold no ill will towards my friend for the mix up. He legitimately thought I understood what he asked, and I know he would never do anything like that on purpose, but damn, that shit was wild.

In college I got invited to hang with my Korean neighbors downstairs who were making brownies. One guy is stirring the butter, another is breaking up the weed to add to it. As this is going on, they're packing bowls to pass around, everyone is getting stupid high, just me and like 8 Korean dudes.

Brownies go in the oven, bowls keep getting packed and passed around. Finally the brownies come out, and everybody there has an acute case of the munchies, so we are all like desperately reaching our hands into the warm brownies, stuffing our faces with them until we devour the whole pan. 40 minutes to an hour later everyone is laying on the floor, groaning, giggling, just a room full of deleted dudes. I don't remember much else but that was an important lesson, don't get high while making brownies without any other food around, cuz when you hit those brownies they're gonna hit back

Wait, there's a musical?