May 24, 2009
Man, these things sure grow like weeds don’t they? So back on Earth Day, April 22, 2009, we dropped 3 clones into soil on behalf of our blog readers and Twitter followers. You might remember that we’re donating all the medicine from the plants to a local Oaksterdam dispensary who will be giving it out to patients in need. More info on the project can be found here.
Anyhow, it’s been a month and we wanted to give you an update on how Li’l Miss Purple Kush is doing…
May 1, 2009
Road trips are pretty cool. But, road trips while stoned are legendary. Being out on the open road, the wind in your hair, ashing a bowl right out the window, smoking a joint while driving and eating a cheeseburger… incorporates just about everything stoners hold dear; loud music, snacks, and being stoned.
Sober, road trips can be a real drag, man. I mean, you’ve seen all those ancient-80’s European Vacation movies, right? You know why those Griswolds 
had such a miserable fucking time? Sure that Bullshit Bullwinkle amusement park was closed and Gramma croaked and all. That bunk shit would kind of bum anyone out a li’l bit…but the real reason…the true reason those Griswold motherfuckers had such a terrible fucking time was because they were not stoned! Well, except for the daughter. She picked up some schwag from her cousin or something along the way. And, you know what…that was the fucking highlight of her trip.
Think about it, to a stoner a road trip is really pretty similar to a munchy run. It’s like one really long-ass drawn-out munchy run that never ends…
And, the wonderful advantages that puffing a joint brings to the perception of everyday life does wonders for road trips. It actually ensures that all road trips are epic. It’s a mandate. No…Marijuana is like insurance. It’s like built-in automatic fun insurance. You smoke a bowl and all of a sudden traffic becomes tolerable…shit it becomes the perfect opportunity to brush up on phonetics as you try and decipher all those obnoxious vanity plates. All of a sudden a flat tire becomes an advernturous adventure and that hit-and-run becomes the story you always tell at every party and always seems to start off with the phrase “This one time, I was soooo stoned…”.
April 22, 2009
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!
April 11, 2009
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.
April 11, 2009
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.
April 8, 2009
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.
April 8, 2009
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.
April 2, 2009
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:
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!
March 2, 2009
Sometimes you just can’t make this shit up! The AP is reporting that some 20-year-old dude in Omaha, Nebraska was arrested last night for trying to smoke his cat! Allegedly the guy tried to “mellow out his cat” (named Shadow)by stuffing it into a homemade bong and then smoking from it. Well, now he’s facing criminal charges.
Dude told Lancaster County sheriff’s deputies that the cat was all hyper and stuff and that he was just trying to calm her down. Later, the stoned cat was taken to the Capital Humane Society, where she appeared to be in good condition.
Deputies found the cat-filled bong after responding to a domestic disturbance call at the place the cat-smoker shares with his grandfather, Sgt. Andy Stebbing said. They finished up with the dispute, left the house, only to return minutes later after discovering there was an arrest 
warrant on the suspect for possession of drug paraphernalia. Upon re-entering the house, Stebbing said, deputies saw the suspect smoking marijuana through a piece of garden hose attached to the duct-taped, plastic glass box, in which the cat had been stuffed. “This cat was just dazed,” Stebbing said. “She was on the front seat of the cop car, wrapped in a blanket, and never moved all the way to the humane society.” The suspect was cited for misdemeanor animal cruelty and taken to the Lancaster County Jail on the arrest warrant. He was released after paying a $400 fine.
February 26, 2009
So, uhm, this morning Superbowler…Pittsburgh Steelers receiver, Santonio Holmes, waved his right to a preliminary hearing on misdemeanor marijuana charges stemming from a traffic stop back in October.
Holmes is free on bond for now, but he’s going to have to stand trail or work out a plea bargain with Allegheny County prosecutors for the 3 blunts found in his car. Apparently, Holmes even alerted the officers who pulled him over to the drugs. Wha?
Holmes is charged with possession, a charge that carries 30 days probation and a fine that’s equivalent to about .0000666% of one of Holmes paychecks.
 | dnt fukin worry abou… on #5 Blowin’ Smoke Ri… |
| Global Marijuana Mar… on BREAKING NEWS–Global Mar… | |
 | the last pot head on #21 Pink Floyd |
| Anonymous on #6 Transforming Things into… |
| MarijuanaBlogues #2… on #21 Pink Floyd |
Stuff Stoners Like 