Free weed? What’s up with that? Well, being that it’s Earth Day and all we’d like to honor all of our 420-friendly friends, the people who read this (fucking brilliant) blog, follow us closely on twitter, and participate in the Joint Counsel (the Legendary Ed Roth is our Chief Joint Counsel by the way) by planting 3 cute li’l medical marijuana plants.
“It’s the least we can do in honor of Earth Day to show our gratitude,” says Stoner_Stuff, the voice and chief representative of Stuff Stoners Like. “The harvest from these 3 Earth Day plants will go to patients who can’t afford their medicine.100% of the cannabis will be donated to a respected medical cannabis dispensary in Oakland, California. The cannabis will be distributed by the dispensary to qualifying patients in honor of our readers, followers, and friends. We intend to video tape and photograph the plant’s progression. Maybe we’ll even stick a webcam in ground so our friends can watch them grow?”
Thanks again, everyone, for all the love and support and mainly for helping the cause by getting the word out and keeping us stoked with all the great comments and tweets. WE LOVE YOU ALL!
And, Happy Earth Day 2009 from Stuff Stoners Like!
Even though it doesn’t happen on 4/20, the Global Marijuana Marchis an annual tradition where stoners from all walks of life demonstrate their overwhelming love of weed and celebrate en mass theStuff Stoners Like! So, yeah, of course, we’re really big fans of this special event.
On this joyous special day, May 2, 2009–a veritable stoner holiday– smiling, glassy-eyed stoners will gather in different locations all across the globe to unite under the all mighty weed, participate in public events; rallies, concerts, festivals, etc. and get stoned publicly.
The smoke-out, er, uhm…we mean event happens each year around the first Saturday in May. It began in like ’99 or something and has had like more than 485 different cities participate worldwide.
So, now’s your chance to get involved, man. Stoners are always turning to us for ideas on how they can help promote legalization or learn more about the movement. Well, man, this is a purty fucking good place to start. Check here to see if your city has an organized march (if not start one yourself). Step outside on May 2nd and get involved…you’ll help a good cause, meet some stoners and probably get a free contact high…what better way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon, right?
The Global Marijuana March is happening right now!Read the update here
It’s surreal, thought Sayten, to just hop in the car with a bit of cash in his pocket and drive a few blocks to a cannabis dispensary. It’s Good Friday, he thought and then chuckled when he corrected himself…Good Weed Friday that is. It’s nice to be off work, watching the hustle and bustle of the morning, while driving to pick up two pot-laced snickerdoodles and $24 of the best Indica money can buy.
A funny thing happened to Sayten as he turned the corner onto Webster street. A scruffy older guy stopped him. He was wearing sweat pants and was unshaven. He looked down at Sayten from behind his glasses, his eyes filled with desperation and a hint of anger. “Do you know where the pink elephant is?” Sayten shuddered. It sounded vaguely familiar…like some Pink Floyd reference all the while he tried to recall where he heard that name before. “You know, the pot club?” Sayten was taken back…he was just freshly stoned and didn’t expect to be questioned. Afterall, this was only his second time on a legal pot-run. And you could just imagine how suddenly self-conscious he became. He was already hiding behind black Ray Bans and a hoody as if to not draw any attention to himself. Sayten looked up at the man and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, man” and kept walking. He passed a couple storefronts and arrived at the old electric car dealership. Interestingly, the Purple Elephant Collective Cannabis Dispensary, is located above the Zap car showroom. Zap, was once an idealistic company with lofty ideas pioneering the electric car craze. It brought notoriety to the small town of Alameda at first and then infamy as customers who payed for cars never received them.
Once inside the club, Sayten found a place on the couch just minutes before the old guy who abruptly questioned him on the street came through the door. Great, Sayten thought to himself. Ah, well, I guess it’s better you didn’t say anything, you don’t know the etiquette around here. Maybe that dude’s a DEA agent and he’s looking to bust your little neighborhood operation? Who’s loyalty do you want…some old dude on the street’s or the club’s. So, yeah, he thought, you did the right thing in preemtively snubbing the guy who’s now snubbing you.
It was only 11 am that Friday morning and the club was packed. Three or four guys hung out behind the table at the far end of the room and checked ID’s while another continuously locked and unlocked the door as patients came up the stairs after being announced over the CB by the security guard below. The atmosphere wasn’t as friendly as the last time Sayten was there. It seemed a bit tense or maybe it was Sayten who was tense or maybe just too stoned. There were nearly a dozen patients spread across the tiny, stark-white waiting room. They were all either sitting on the large worn-out, faded black leather couches or huddling in the corners either thumbing through back issues of High Times magazine or starring at one another. Like any public waiting room, I guess.
Finally, Sayten entered the tiny room with all the pot-filled mason jars. It’s amazing to watch the interaction between Sayten and the two guys behind the counter who were stoned just enough to be barely functional. And, by functional, I mean weigh different amounts of different strains of Sativa or Indica without dropping any and doing math in their head to determine price per pound and not get ripped off.
“Tell him we’re not taking back that dried-out nasty-ass bag of 6 day old weed,” said the really glassy-eyed guy handling the cash. “You can return weed?”, quipped Sayten. “Yep,” replied the cashier. Wow, how surreal, Sayten thought. Not only can you just hop in the car and buy weed right around the corner 7-days a week, you can even return that weed if you don’t like it.
It’s surreal, thought Sayten, to just hop in the car with a bit of cash in his pocket and drive a few blocks to a cannabis dispensary. It’s Good Friday, he thought and then chuckled when he corrected himself…Good Weed Friday that is. It’s nice to be off work, watching the hustle and bustle of the morning, while driving to pick up two pot-laced snickerdoodles and $24 of the best Indica money can buy.
A funny thing happened to Sayten as he turned the corner onto Webster street. A scruffy older guy stopped him. He was wearing sweat pants and was unshaven. He looked down at Sayten from behind his glasses, his eyes filled with desperation and a hint of anger. “Do you know where the pink elephant is?” Sayten shuddered. It sounded vaguely familiar…like some Pink Floyd reference all the while he tried to recall where he heard that name before. “You know, the pot club?” Sayten was taken back…he was just freshly stoned and didn’t expect to be questioned. Afterall, this was only his second time on a legal pot-run. And you could just imagine how suddenly self-conscious he became. He was already hiding behind black Ray Bans and a hoody as if to not draw any attention to himself. Sayten looked up at the man and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, man” and kept walking. He passed a couple storefronts and arrived at the old electric car dealership. Interestingly, the Purple Elephant Collective Cannabis Dispensary, is located above the Zap car showroom. Zap, was once an idealistic company with lofty ideas pioneering the electric car craze. It brought notoriety to the small town of Alameda at first and then infamy as customers who payed for cars never received them.
Once inside the club, Sayten found a place on the couch just minutes before the old guy who abruptly questioned him on the street came through the door. Great, Sayten thought to himself. Ah, well, I guess it’s better you didn’t say anything, you don’t know the etiquette around here. Maybe that dude’s a DEA agent and he’s looking to bust your little neighborhood operation? Who’s loyalty do you want…some old dude on the street’s or the club’s. So, yeah, he thought, you did the right thing in preemtively snubbing the guy who’s now snubbing you.
It was only 11 am that Friday morning and the club was packed. Three or four guys hung out behind the table at the far end of the room and checked ID’s while another continuously locked and unlocked the door as patients came up the stairs after being announced over the CB by the security guard below. The atmosphere wasn’t as friendly as the last time Sayten was there. It seemed a bit tense or maybe it was Sayten who was tense or maybe just too stoned. There were nearly a dozen patients spread across the tiny, stark-white waiting room. They were all either sitting on the large worn-out, faded black leather couches or huddling in the corners either thumbing through back issues of High Times magazine or starring at one another. Like any public waiting room, I guess.
Finally, Sayten entered the tiny room with all the pot-filled mason jars. It’s amazing to watch the interaction between Sayten and the two guys behind the counter who were stoned just enough to be barely functional. And, by functional, I mean weigh different amounts of different strains of Sativa or Indica without dropping any and doing math in their head to determine price per pound and not get ripped off.
“Tell him we’re not taking back that dried-out nasty-ass bag of 6 day old weed,” said the really glassy-eyed guy handling the cash. “You can return weed?”, quipped Sayten. “Yep,” replied the cashier. Wow, how surreal, Sayten thought. Not only can you just hop in the car and buy weed right around the corner 7-days a week, you can even return that weed if you don’t like it.
Okay, how many times have you opened up your McDonald’s Happy Meal and wished the prize inside was a pipe, a lighter and a bag of weed? Yeah, us too!Well, that’s exactly what happened to some lucky li’l 8-year-old girl in Chicago according to the AP.
Instead of thanking McDonalds and bogarting their kid’s stash like most parents, anti-stoners Keith and Andrea Irelan phoned the Chi-town PD who went on down to the generous dispensary McDonald’s to question staff.
Apparently fellow employees and managers at the McDonald’s ratted out 17-year-old McDonald’s (former—you think Mickey D’s is gonna stand for that shit?) employee Brandon Scott. Police Chief Brian Zeilmann said Scott has been charged with possession of marijuana and drug paraphernalia.
Police said Scott came to work and forgot he had his marijuana and pipe in his pocket. He ditched his gear in a Happy Meal box where he thought he could get it at the end of his shift…but some other employee filled it with substances much more deadly than weed, like a fucking burger made from the parts of what like 50 individual cows, artery-clogging hydrogenated oil and lethal amounts of sodium and sugar, then handed it to the Irelans.
McDonald’s released a statement saying the employee was immediately fired. And, of course the Irelans plan to sue the McDonald’s corporation.
Okay, how many times have you opened up your McDonald’s Happy Meal and wished the prize inside was a pipe, a lighter and a bag of weed? Yeah, us too!Well, that’s exactly what happened to some lucky li’l 8-year-old girl in Chicago according to the AP.
Instead of thanking McDonalds and bogarting their kid’s stash like most parents, anti-stoners Keith and Andrea Irelan phoned the Chi-town PD who went on down to the generous dispensary McDonald’s to question staff.
Apparently fellow employees and managers at the McDonald’s ratted out 17-year-old McDonald’s (former—you think Mickey D’s is gonna stand for that shit?) employee Brandon Scott. Police Chief Brian Zeilmann said Scott has been charged with possession of marijuana and drug paraphernalia.
Police said Scott came to work and forgot he had his marijuana and pipe in his pocket. He ditched his gear in a Happy Meal box where he thought he could get it at the end of his shift…but some other employee filled it with substances much more deadly than weed, like a fucking burger made from the parts of what like 50 individual cows, artery-clogging hydrogenated oil and lethal amounts of sodium and sugar, then handed it to the Irelans.
McDonald’s released a statement saying the employee was immediately fired. And, of course the Irelans plan to sue the McDonald’s corporation.
Skittles? All stoners love ’em. Yeah, with munchies ragin’ full-on the stoned have been known to eat ’em up by the hand fulls. Why? well, stoners fully endorse Skittles not only because they’re delicious but because, really…who the hell DOESN’T want to taste a fucking rainbow, right? Seriously, way before that brilliant marketing campaign ran, stoners would ponder that shit. In fact, savvy marketers created that campaign solely to attract stoners. It’s an age-old stoner paradox; “dude, what does a rainbow taste like?”
Just drive by any high school at say lunch time or right after school lets out and you’ll see the stoned kids laying around in open fields starring off into the clouds. And, just what the hell do you think they’re pondering, rainbow high in the sky or not? Exactly, they’re wondering just what are the flavors of the rainbow.
Well, luckily the Mars Corporation has answered that very question in the form of a small colorful li’l candy. So like here’s the breakdown of the flavors of the rainbow:
Red – Strawberry
Orange – Orange
Yellow – Banana
Green – Frog
Blue – Smurf
Violet – Purple Stuff
Indigo – Cherry
Well, rainbows taste like that shit listed above AND hydrogenated corn oil. But, who knew? One thing we do know is that Lil Wayne might just be a stoner. Okay, who the fuck are we kidding, he’s the epitome of stoner. And well, we also hear that that motherfucker loves Skittles. And, get this, we even hear that that motherfucker Lil Wayne, who loves Skittles, wears a fat diamond grill just so he can eat Skittles all day long with impunity! Imagine that…diamond coated teeth just for stoned Skittle-eatin’ impunity. Now that’s a real stoner!
Free weed? What’s up with that? Well, being that it’s Earth Day and all we’d like to honor all of our 420-friendly friends, the people who read this (fucking brilliant) blog, follow us closely on twitter, and participate in the Joint Counsel (the Legendary Ed Roth is our Chief Joint Counsel by the way) by planting 3 cute li’l medical marijuana plants.
Even though it doesn’t happen on 4/20, the 
It’s surreal, thought Sayten, to just hop in the car with a bit of cash in his pocket and drive a few blocks to a cannabis dispensary. It’s Good Friday, he thought and then chuckled when he corrected himself…Good Weed Friday that is. It’s nice to be off work, watching the hustle and bustle of the morning, while driving to pick up two pot-laced snickerdoodles and $24 of the best Indica money can buy.
Okay, how many times have you opened up your McDonald’s Happy Meal and wished the prize inside was a pipe, a lighter and a bag of weed? Yeah, us too!Well, that’s exactly what happened to some lucky li’l 8-year-old girl in 
Skittles? All stoners love ’em. Yeah, with munchies ragin’ full-on the stoned have been known to eat ’em up by the hand fulls. Why? well, stoners fully endorse Skittles not only because they’re delicious but because, really…who the hell DOESN’T want to taste a fucking rainbow, right? Seriously, way before that brilliant marketing campaign ran, stoners would ponder that shit. In fact, savvy marketers created that campaign solely to attract stoners. It’s an age-old stoner paradox; “dude, what does a rainbow taste like?”
Well, rainbows taste like that shit listed above AND hydrogenated corn oil. But, who knew? One thing we do know is that Lil Wayne might just be a stoner. Okay, who the fuck are we kidding, he’s the epitome of stoner. And well, we also hear that that motherfucker loves Skittles. And, get this, we even hear that that motherfucker Lil Wayne, who loves Skittles, wears a fat diamond grill just so he can eat Skittles all day long with impunity! Imagine that…diamond coated teeth just for stoned Skittle-eatin’ impunity. Now that’s a real stoner!
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