Just had quite the fright when my dog started shaking and peeing all over the place. I counted the roaches in the ashtray and deduced that he ate three of them, leading to what the emergency vet called “cannabis toxicosis”. Come to find out, weed is wildly toxic to our dog friends. I know some people like getting their dogs baked, and I’m not here to judge, but please think twice. Fortunately my dog friend will be just fine after he sleeps it off, but he’s clearly uncomfortable and my heart breaks for him. Take care of your dogs.
I don’t understand joint smokers. Why? That’s a legit question, not a dig. It just seems like a waste of time and weed when one hit of a water pipe gets the same job done with about 1/8 the materials.
I’m glad your dog is gonna be okay though!
It’s legal where I am, and I grow so I’m getting it for pennies a gram. Joints, to me, just feel better.
Here are reasons I’ve found it ideal to use joints.
-you’re out and about and don’t want to carry a pipe around.
-you reside somewhere you don’t want someone else finding your pipe/bong/paraphernalia.
-you’re smoking socially, have a limited amount, and don’t want to keep packing a bowl.
-you live somewhere where cops give you shit about paraphernalia, so you want a way to smoke without post-session evidence.
-you fucking felt like it.
Thanks for asking, OP. It’s always nice to see new perspectives!
I can dig it man. I’m a little older and don’t run into a lot of those situations.
I do appreciate the ditchability of the j. I don’t think it’s ever stretched a small amount for me though. You really have to have a group of people who don’t bogart at all to even break even.
That being said, I can imagine what it would feel like to want to roll a j, and it feels cool.
All the best to you and yours man.
I use a dry herb vape 90% of the time, if I have a joint it’s more of a social thing and the journey is part of it.
Cool man, I have a volcano collecting dust because it seems like a production (it isn’t, it’s definitely me) to use.
I like a concert joint. Like a random person just passing it to you. Hard to beat the feeling before it was legal in so many places. Like the implicit trust, plus a nice hit of some strange grass.
