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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:00 pm
So my biological mother died when I was 8, and my father and I were estranged from the time I was 8 until I was 18. When we reunited, it was still a few years before the topic of smoking was brought up between us. But when it was he had some brilliant stories about mother and himself in LA in the 70s. Since we lived bout 1,000 miles apart -and he so far removed from civilisation that it was really hard to visit - my greatest regret is that we never got to smoke together. But - as he was removed from civilisation (and his area was not conducive to growing), he never had a hook-up. So I mailed him a baggie through the post (double-wrapped inside a jar of peanut butter, with incorrect names and a made-up return address -within the continental US) on more than one occasion.
When he passed away last year and I had to go clear out his house, I found a little suitcase full of old photos- of my parents' parties with friends in their flat in LA in the 70s... And the pics looked so familiar -like my pics with friends at our houses, lolling on the sofas, crazy laughter, flicking off the camera, etc. -it really struck a chord. I now keep his corncob pipe and roach clip in a Morrocan inlaid-wood box in my hall. <3
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 7:27 am
Ms_Hellajeff So my biological mother died when I was 8, and my father and I were estranged from the time I was 8 until I was 18. When we reunited, it was still a few years before the topic of smoking was brought up between us. But when it was he had some brilliant stories about mother and himself in LA in the 70s. Since we lived bout 1,000 miles apart -and he so far removed from civilisation that it was really hard to visit - my greatest regret is that we never got to smoke together. But - as he was removed from civilisation (and his area was not conducive to growing), he never had a hook-up. So I mailed him a baggie through the post (double-wrapped inside a jar of peanut butter, with incorrect names and a made-up return address -within the continental US) on more than one occasion. When he passed away last year and I had to go clear out his house, I found a little suitcase full of old photos- of my parents' parties with friends in their flat in LA in the 70s... And the pics looked so familiar -like my pics with friends at our houses, lolling on the sofas, crazy laughter, flicking off the camera, etc. -it really struck a chord. I now keep his corncob pipe and roach clip in a Morrocan inlaid-wood box in my hall. <3 That's beautiful, i'm glad you guys got to bond over something as fantastic as mary jane, and its a couple lovely memories you have now.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 7:56 am
Chronic Wanker so, for the record I'm a non-smoker. Anyway, a peculiar subject popped into my mind today... some people I know of are allowed by their parent(s) to smoke and some even smoke with their parent(s)! eek Don't you think that would be somewhat awkward? like for example, talking about your sex life with your parents, etc. And on another note, lucky kids- liberal parents would be spectacular 3nodding I'm like that with my boyfriends mom. We smoke together and talk about all kinds of stuff that makes my bf uncomfortable xp She lets me smoke in the house and is generally super chill. It's pretty damn awesome 3nodding Also, for the record, I absolutely love your name!!
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:02 pm
I have smoked with my mom and my sister. It was a little awkward at first, but that's kind of the nice thing about weed, is it chills you out. (I guess not always, but you know what I mean.) So it got less awkward.
It wasn't awkward at all when I smoked with my sister tho, it was just like smoking with friends. My sister's a boss.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 9:35 pm
my mom and I smoke together every night (:
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2021 12:47 pm
Not a bong, yet, but I'm actually a second gen stoner.
My mother was a stoner before I was born. She stopped for a while but once I started getting flower again after getting hired I offered to bring her some to help her out when she's dealing with chemo stuff (she has colon cancer. It's manageable, and it won't kill her, but the doctors are unsure as to if they can cure it fully for her) and the first few times she said no.
So for mothers day I came to see her and I gave her a mothers day gift and I made the joke "I was thinking of maybe bringing you some flower as a mother's day gift, but you haven't seemed all that interested" and she finally goes "Actually, I kinda wish you did bring some" So later that week I ran to her place and gave her "Mother's day gift part 2"
A couple of weeks ago we shared a hand pipe. Something about smoking pot with my mom was both strange, but familiar. Also, when I was in another state for a funeral this year, I let her know I brought some to help curb my anxiety. I stepped out of the house we were at to take some puffs and came back in. My mom later was like "I'm surprised you didn't smoke weed while at the house" while we were heading back to the hotel. My only response was "Yeah, I smoked weed. On the front yard even! I just used my {stealth equipment} so no one would know" and my mom responded to that with "I'm proud crying " so yea, lol.
to clarify: I did not smoke AT the funerals. I only smoked after the funerals.
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