Sucks to work at The Mint Dispensary on Thanksgiving Day
Out of curiosity (I’m 55 and work at home), I sampled a THC infused sports drink from a friend. I only had the equivalent of a shot glass.
The initial feeling that ensued was pleasant, but the feeling kept building to the point of being quite unpleasant. I described to my spouse feeling as if I’d had about 6-8 glasses of wine WITHOUT the room spin that would accompany that.
I recall years ago when I had a bad case of bronchitis, being given some type of strong cough syrup from my doctor. The bottle contained warnings about not operating machinery. I remember the feeling from that cough syrup which induced an extreme desire to crawl into the bed and sleep for hours. That is what the THC drink felt like for me.
It takes a while to get there but there is nothing as nice as a completely sober holiday.
Basted and wasted. Roasted and toasted.
How about weed-fed turkeys. Tom had a happy life until his head was cut off.
Cannabis-infused gravy ahh the aroma of cat piss and gravy.