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Greetings Growery! I have been a member of the Shroomery for some years, and since I love bud as well as shrooms, I thought I'd branch out. What better way to break the ice than a great story?
So last summer I lost my remote in my couch. I reached into the depths of the ancient hand me down reluctantly, finding all kinds of nasty stuff, but no remote. I began to get frustrated and dove my hand into the very bowels of the beast in hopes of gaining the lost lazy button panel. But my hand stops on something interesting. Odd, feels like a thin book of some sort. I swear I thought, "Wouldn't it be sweet if I pulled out some old High Times mag!"
Lo and behold....
A gyp even way back then...
The 80's were definitely in full swing, there is a huge article about "Synthecoke" which is basically the aroma and white powdery look of coke, sans coke.
In the article the author lays out an old scheme in an offhand way, combine this fake coke stuff with ephedrine sticking it together with lidocaine and presto! I can't help but wonder if the article was meant to boost sales of the 10 or 12 pages of ephedrine pill advertisements...
Spiny weak little eighties centerfolds.
In the era of hair bands .... I am thankful I was born late enough to miss most of this...
A sweet little comic and some drug prices/ descriptions from around the world caught my eye.
Overall I count myself very lucky, I found some buried gold while digging for the remote, it definitely made my afternoon that day. I hope I brightened some growerite(?)'s day as well! Be safe smokers, may legalization occur soon!
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"A pleasing Land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half shut eye, And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky." -Castle of Indolence, Irving
Quote: So last summer I lost my remote in my couch. I reached into the depths of the ancient hand me down reluctantly, finding all kinds of nasty stuff, but no remote. I began to get frustrated and dove my hand into the very bowels of the beast in hopes of gaining the lost lazy button panel. But my hand stops on something interesting. Odd, feels like a thin book of some sort. I swear I thought, "Wouldn't it be sweet if I pulled out some old High Times mag!"
so you havent cleaned out your couch or got a new couch in 28 years?
Quote: So last summer I lost my remote in my couch. I reached into the depths of the ancient hand me down reluctantly, finding all kinds of nasty stuff, but no remote. I began to get frustrated and dove my hand into the very bowels of the beast in hopes of gaining the lost lazy button panel. But my hand stops on something interesting. Odd, feels like a thin book of some sort. I swear I thought, "Wouldn't it be sweet if I pulled out some old High Times mag!"
so you havent cleaned out your couch or got a new couch in 28 years?
Lol, the couch is a hand me down! I found the magazine beneath the bottom part of the couch, i.e. beneath the beneath of the cushions (if that makes sense), so no I hadn't cleaned there (still haven't besides removing the magazine, lol). I actually also found another magazine from '84, some health mag, but it was uninteresting and very much damaged.
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"A pleasing Land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half shut eye, And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky." -Castle of Indolence, Irving
Yeah my comp is ancient, and I have no scanner, but I wish. It is super interesting. The magazine was much more oriented toward basically all drugs, just getting fucked up. Pretty smart to tone it down, the authors were quite irresponsible, lol.
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"A pleasing Land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half shut eye, And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky." -Castle of Indolence, Irving