Let me tell you something—National Picnic Day isn’t just an excuse for people to drag out their questionable plastic tubs of potato salad and soggy sandwiches. No. It’s a divine summons to get your ass outside, dump your phone in your bag, and celebrate the sacred union of nature, food, and that sticky green herb we all secretly worship.Picture this: you’re sprawled out on a … [Read more...] about National Picnic Day: The High Holy Holiday You Didn’t Know You Needed
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Father’s Day Is for High Honors and Higher Minds
Let me tell you something about Father’s Day. It’s not all neckties and awkward hugs anymore. No, sir. Not in this house. Around here, we celebrate paternity the proper way—with a grill lighter in one hand, a perfectly twisted joint in the other, and enough love in my chest to knock the wind out of a Hallmark card. I’m not just any father. I’m a proud father of three of the … [Read more...] about Father’s Day Is for High Honors and Higher Minds
Why Smoking Weed on Flag Day is Low-Key the Best Idea You’ll Have Today
Look, Flag Day is one of those under-the-radar patriotic holidays that flies beneath the radar like a stealthy eagle. It’s about waving the stars and stripes, sure, but it’s also a perfect excuse to kick back and appreciate all the messy, loud, complicated freedom that flag stands for.And what better way to honor freedom than by sparking up some herb? Smoking weed on Flag Day … [Read more...] about Why Smoking Weed on Flag Day is Low-Key the Best Idea You’ll Have Today
The Great Delta Divide: Hemp vs. Cannabis and Why It’s Tearing States Apart
Let’s get one thing straight right off the bat: weed is legal… unless it isn’t. Hemp is fine… until it’s not. Delta-9 is cool… if it comes from a dispensary. Delta-8? That’s the devil’s loophole—unless you’re in a state that thinks it’s God’s gift to capitalism. Confused yet? Good. You’re not alone. Welcome to the Great Delta Divide—where the difference between a felony and a … [Read more...] about The Great Delta Divide: Hemp vs. Cannabis and Why It’s Tearing States Apart
The Rant Goes On “Weed Was Supposed to Be a Plant, Not a PowerPoint Presentation”
Once upon a dimebag, weed was a handshake, a lighter flick, and the backseat of some dude's Civic that smelled like burned incense and adolescent dreams. It was giggles in basements, Zig-Zags in glove boxes, and your cousin Dave who always had the hookup and always forgot your change. It was simple. Not easy—never easy—but gloriously, beautifully simple.Now?Now it’s a goddamn … [Read more...] about The Rant Goes On “Weed Was Supposed to Be a Plant, Not a PowerPoint Presentation”
God’s in the Garden Again—And He’s Rolling One Up
Let’s get one thing straight: if God made Earth in seven days, He definitely sparked a joint by day three. Picture it—Eden’s built, animals are vibing, Adam’s naked and confused, and the Creator’s on a break, laughing his divine ass off while puffing on a cosmic spliff the size of a forearm. You think omniscience comes without burnout? Hell no. Even God needed something to take … [Read more...] about God’s in the Garden Again—And He’s Rolling One Up
Lighting Up the Past: A Dabbin-Dad Memorial Day with Mary Jane
Memorial Day. The sun’s smashing down like a golden hammer, backyard grills roar, flags flap stiff in a patriotic breeze. And here I am—rolling a fat joint with the reverence of a monk lighting incense. Because while everyone’s saluting heroes with burgers and beer, I’m honoring the ghosts of war with a little green peace in my lungs.Smoke swirls around me, carrying memories … [Read more...] about Lighting Up the Past: A Dabbin-Dad Memorial Day with Mary Jane
Weed, Warranties, and Wreckage: Connecticut’s Green Dream Goes Up in Smoke
They kicked in the door like it was Prohibition and the joint was slinging bathtub gin and bootleg blues. Only this time, it was 2023 in Torrington, Connecticut—and the juice wasn’t moonshine, it was THC. A lot of it. Precisely 107 pounds of it, to be exact. Gummies, vapes, edibles, flower, and god knows what else with a sticker and a promise of euphoria.The target? A curious … [Read more...] about Weed, Warranties, and Wreckage: Connecticut’s Green Dream Goes Up in Smoke
Connecticut’s High Horse: Now with More Cops and Less Weed
Look, we’ve talked about this before. More than once. Hell, I’ve practically worn out the keystrokes ranting about Connecticut’s weed policies — but somehow, this nonsense keeps popping up in my feeds like a bad edible trip that just won’t end. So here we are again, dragging these two legislative stink bombs — SB 970 and HB 7181 — back into the light where they belong.Because … [Read more...] about Connecticut’s High Horse: Now with More Cops and Less Weed
Moldy Bud Blues: When Your Weed Gets Recalled
You ever open a fresh jar of flower, take a whiff, and think, “Huh… that smells like a basement in July?” Well, guess what? The suits at Curaleaf just admitted one of their buds might’ve gone rogue—and by rogue, I mean moldy. That’s right, folks. The state of Connecticut dropped the hammer (gently, of course) on a batch of Curaleaf Whole Flower 3.5g Auburn (H), and it’s … [Read more...] about Moldy Bud Blues: When Your Weed Gets Recalled
