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Open Question: are BLUNT WRAPS illegal in AUSTRALIA?

i brought them off a website around 2 weeks ago and i havent revcieved them yet and the website said i should have i am wondering if customs would have them-because there illegal? i brought them off a website in IRELAND and had them sent to AUSTRALIA where i live do u think i will get them because there late in the mail? more

Resolved Question: Am I able 2 smoke pure cannabis rolled up n a cigar wrap in coffee shops in amsterdam since the smoking ban?

I kno u can't mix tobacco wit cannabis but what about smoking a blunt with pure cannabis rolled up inside a split cigar wrap? more

Resolved Question: Are there lymph nodes around the trachea?

Hey there. I smoke marijuana everyday. I used to smoke a lot of blunts for a while (marijuana cigar). I stopped smoking them daily, since they have tobacco didnt want to fuck up my lungs so bad. But I still smoke 1-3 blunts a weeks. I usually roll my blunts with Swisher Sweets cigarillos, but ive been buying blunt wraps lately just because I was pretty lazy this week. Im aware that blunt wraps have way more harmful chemicals than the paper from a Cigarrillo. So let say 2 days in a row I smoked 2 personal blunts probably around 1.5 g each. The next day I wake up with a pretty bad throat feeling. Not a sore throat were whenever I swallow it hurts but just an irritating feeling in throat, kind of sore but not so much. Since then I have had a lot of chest mucus which I dont usually have. I feel like I have flem in my throat that I just cant get out. I hock some mucus up like if I were gonna spit a loogie and not so much of the mucus comes out and when I swallow I feel it. Also my throat, a little bit under my adam's apple around my trachea on the left side I can feel a movable bump that hurts when I move my neck in a wierd way or just fucking around with the lump. This pain and lump came out overnight so im hoping this would rule out cancer, tumor, etc. But who knows. I Will go see a doctor as soon as I can. But does anybody know what it my be? Will this lump go away on its own? Is it a swollen lymph node? Do we have lymph nodes around the trachea area (lower throat)? It feels much like a lymph node just didnt know we had them there. I have swollen lymph nodes under my jaw and one above my left jawline from some tooth abcesses im getting fixed on Sunday. Could this new lump/ possibly node have something to do with it? more

Resolved Question: emptying a ciggerrette and putting into blunt wrap?

If i took all the tobacco out of a ful cig, do you think that would be enough to roll a blunt?i usually roll weed so im not sure if a ciggertte would be enough. but thanks anyways -.- more

Voting Question: would smoking a blunt wrap . . .?

i have ablunt wrap& like maybe a pennysizedamount of weed. i jus wanna feel relaxed so would jus smoking the blunt wrap make feel relaxed? best way to smoke it? just wondering here. more

Resolved Question: A question about Weed!?

I have a question about weed and distribution, I live In Michigan by Saginaw and there Is some amount of weed getting here I'm wondering If It is a good amount or not I seen In Cali that there has been a large amount of high grade weed sold for cheap prices, whenever I buy weed around here I either have a choice of Chronic or Orange Kush orange Kush Is the stronger strain and I have a special connection for that chronic Is the mos common I was wondering In Calis standards how good of a grade would chronic be and how much chronic could i get for 10dollars over there, I get the right amount to fill a zig-zag blunt wrap how much can they fill with the same grade and same amount of money.also would love to hear a answer from some of u pot heads in cali ha ha I've found this weed to replace alcohol as my new party drug. more

Voting Question: Which are better to smoke Blunt Wraps or Cigarillos?

Obviously no one smokes tobacco out of them haha, but i was wondering what are the benefits and bad things about each? (pros and cons) And i dont mean you can get cancer as a bad thing. I want to know which brands are the slowest burning, best flavor, best tasting brand, smoothest to smoke, etc. Just give me info about each like ZigZag Brand Blunt Wraps, White Owl Brand Cigarillos, Platinum Brand Blunt Wraps and whatever other brands there are. more

Voting Question: like these rap lyrics?

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home And so they quietly got out the car and followed her Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw So Billy oaked her up and graped the chick by the hair And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently And then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head more

Resolved Question: Can someone read this short story and tell me how it is ?

Brookyln. Summer of '97. Thursday Morning, 8:43a.m. The smell of the summer rain filled the air, as the sun that once made her honey brown skin glow, faded into the dark sky. I lay there in awe as she caressed my chest and told me she loved me. And i had loved her back - more than i had loved any other woman. I could finally say that the best time of my life had happened in the last 2 and a half hours. Holding her in my arms and hearing her soft sexy moan. Kissing her soft lips and holding her hips, and just being able to please her with all of me. Just being able to spend those two hours with her was all i wanted. We lay together and listened to the pitter patter of the rain against the window pane. I sparked a blunt as she put her head on my chest. "Baby, our heart beats match" she chuckled and then looked at me. I looked her in her big chesnut brown eyes and said "that means we're a perfect match" And we were. We were perfect for each other. "Baby?" she said in the sweetest voice, the one with which i knew she would get me to do something for her. "Yeah" I replied. "Dont ever leave me. Okay?" she said back, as she rolled over to go back to sleep. "I wont, your all i want, and all ill ever need. I love you." I whispered in her ear before getting up to get dressed for work. She was all i needed. And she was never going anywhere. Or so i had thought. That summer had brought me tons of joy and excitement, yet it also brought me pain and misery. When you love someone as much as i loved her, youd do anything for them, no matter what it was. I would take a bullet for her, give up an organ just so she could live a few more months, anything to keep her by my side. But there were certain things i just couldnt protect her from. Certain people who wanted to hurt me, and would take anything from me for their revenge. I used to be the bad guy, until i decided to turn my life around. Life was rough, never had it easy. Life was a hustle, and i had to work my way to the top. Even if that meant getting illegal work. A few years ago, you could catch me on the local corner, pushin' what i had to, to support my addiction - to money. When you grow up with holes in your shoes and shirts two sizes too small for you, you want better for yourself. And when you get hit with that $100 from your first two sales, it becomes a problem. They say money is the root of all evil, and trust me, whoever said that, wasnt lying. Money creates all types of problems. Once people start to see you get a bit fancy, they start to hate, and start wanting what you want. And will do ANYTHING, to take it away from you. And thats exactly what happened. They took her away. They took my pride, my joy, my lover, my friend, my everything, my all. They took her. And every day i wondered why they did. Before i left for work, i went to take the trash out and found something in it. A pregnancy test box. At first it confused me, but then i realized if she was pregnant, i was about to be a father. I was scared, but happy that i could bring a new life into this world and teach it so many things. I went back into the room and woke her up. "Baby.. Whats this?" i said pointing to the box. She looked at the box in fear of what i would say. "Its a test.. I was gonna tell you sooner, but i didnt wanna scare you off. I didnt want you to leave me and i didnt want things to go bad and I.. I dont know" she said as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Baby, baby, baby. Why in the world would i leave you. You know your my world. And your carrying my child. I wouldnt leave you in the first place. I love you too much to do that to you" I replied as i wiped away her tears. All i could do was wrap my arms around her and tell her i loved her. I was happy, happier than ever imagined. Knowing this made me want to change, be a better man. I kissed her one more time, and told her i loved her. And that was the last time i would hold and kiss her. The last time i would be able to tell her i loved her.im not done with it yet, but she was gonna be killed off if you were wondering why she wasnt gonna be seen again more

Resolved Question: How can i get better at rolling blunts?

I am really good at rolling joints and i used to roll blunts with blunt wraps and they came out alright. I tried rolling with swishers and they came out crappy also my blunt wrap blunts come out quite crappy now. But i seen my new friends roll blunts with swishers really good and they don't even need a surface to roll and i need a surface to roll blunt i could do joints w/o surfaces. Any suggestion/tip/pointers on how to get better at rolling blunts with swishers? more

Resolved Question: when you go to a store and want blunt wraps what do you ask for?

Resolved Question: Poll: For Ladies Only?

1.what is your favorite sex position? 2.Are You Married? 3.How Many Kids Do You Have? 4.What are your feelings about the economy? 5.Have you or do you do drugs? 6.What is your fantasy life? 7.What is your fantasy job? 8.Do You believe in love? 9.How many boyfriends did buffy have in the entire series and this doesnt include one night stands? 10.Can True Love Really Be Found? 11.Why do some people not know who my nigga gucci is but be hating anyway? 12.On True Blood Do You Believe Sookie will eventually give birth to a vampire? 13.What is the soundtrack to your life or the song that best describes you? 14.Do You Agree that a certain someone in the buffy comic is headed for a pregnancy storyline? 15.Is It Normal to hear Brian Mcknight's "One Last Cry" at random times during a breakup? 16.Would you ever have a threesome? 17.say you were with a man for 2 years and he kept saying he loved you and even proposed several times and for some reason just broke up with you all of a sudden with no reason and lied to everyone and said you werent with him and you get somebody to spy to him and find out that he never loved you in the first place what would you do? here are my answers 1.well mine doesnt even have a name it's like me having my legs wrapped around some guy's waist and basically having his dick pushed into me very hard while being spanked. i happen to like it hard and rough. 2.no and i never wanna be hell no i dont wanna be stuck in dick prison. 3. 1 miscarriage a year ago. 4.too many people are suffering and obama is just being slow about it. 5.i did like some coke when i was 12 but nothing more serious. 6. married and having a baby while working as a singer and working on my house 7.Singer 8.yes and for some reason i just cant leave it alone 9. angel and riley and spike 10.hopefully some of it will come my way 11.cause they aint nothing but birds and geeps 12. it's a little kooky but hey if darla can do it then anything is possible 13. "Autobiography"by Nicki Minaj and "Problems" by AZ and all almost the entire "Tapestry" album by Carole King 14.yeah and i've been saying it for months but nobody believes me 15.yeah and i cant get that damn song out of my head 16.hell yeah just get some seagrams in me and a nice fat blunt and let's get this party started 17. go crazy on that motherfucker and show him how d-town do biznwaa fo sho now you have heard my answers i wanna see how everyone else feels so go ahead and answer the question dont be afraid to let loose and get wild thanx in advance more

Resolved Question: how old do you have to be to buy blunt wraps? 18 right?

Resolved Question: i have 3 simple questions about smoking weed/marijuana/cannabis?

1. I'm buying some amnesia haze later on and i wana rap it all in a blunt wrap but im afraid i could get addicted to tobacco, is it possible with them blunt wraps you buy from sweet shops? 2. ive never tried anything this strong before (sativa wise) as it is 80%sativa 20%indica and i promised myself to avoid hybrids because in the UK hybrids are known as "skunk" am i correct? well i know this is a hybrid but its almost a pure sativa so do you think i will have a nice sativa buzz? 3. I'm also buying some blue cheese weed which is 80indica and 20sativa hybrid so do u think it would be a fun idea to mix the cheese and ammo together or smoke the amnesia tonight and the cheese tomorrow? please no answers saying weed is a drug its no mother fuckking drug! the high state of mind is the right state of mind i think. Just like we need food in our lives i think weed is just as important. Of course weed canm be bad if u dont know what strain your smoking etc... more

Resolved Question: 20 characters part 26 (:?

225 Edward sighed. “She knows she won’t be able to be near him for at least a year. She thinks she can stall. Tell Charlie she has to go to a special hospital on the other side of the world. Keep in contact through phone calls. . . .” “That’s insane.” “Yes.” “Charlie’s not stupid. Even if she doesn’t kill him, he’s going to notice a difference.” “She’s sort of banking on that.” I continued to stare, waiting for him to explain. “She wouldn’t be aging, of course, so that would set a time limit, even if Charlie accepted whatever excuse she comes up with for the changes.” He smiled faintly. “Do you remember when you tried to tell her about your transformation? How you made her guess?” My free hand flexed into a fist. “She told you about that?” “Yes. She was explaining her… idea. You see, she’s not allowed to tell Charlie the truth—it would be very dangerous for him. But he’s a smart, practical man. She thinks he’ll come up with his own explanation. She assumes he’ll get it wrong.” Edward snorted. “After all, we hardly adhere to vampire canon. He’ll make some wrong assumption about us, like she did in the beginning, and we’ll go along with it. She thinks she’ll be able to see him… from time to time.” “Insane,” I repeated. “Yes,” he agreed again. It was weak of him to let her get her way on this, just to keep her happy now. It wouldn’t turn out well. Which made me think that he probably wasn’t expecting her to live to try out her crazy plan. Placating her, so that she could be happy for a little while longer. Like four more days. “I’ll deal with whatever comes,” he whispered, and he turned his face down and away so that I couldn’t even read his reflection. “I won’t cause her pain now.” “Four days?” I asked. He didn’t look up. “Approximately.” 226 “Then what?” “What do you mean, exactly?” I thought about what Bella had said. About the thing being wrapped up nice and tight in something strong, something like vampire skin. So how did that work? How did it get out? “From what little research we’ve been able to do, it would appear the creatures use their own teeth to escape the womb,” he whispered. I had to pause to swallow back the bile. “Research?” I asked weakly. “That’s why you haven’t seen Jasper and Emmett around. That’s what Carlisle is doing now. Trying to decipher ancient stories and myths, as much as we can with what we have to work with here, looking for anything that might help us predict the creature’s behavior.” Stories? If there were myths, then… “Then is this thing not the first of its kind?” Edward asked, anticipating my question. “Maybe. It’s all very sketchy. The myths could easily be the products of fear and imagination. Though . . .”—he hesitated—“your myths are true, are they not? Perhaps these are, too. They do seem to be localized, linked. . . .” “How did you find… ?” “There was a woman we encountered in South America. She’d been raised in the traditions of her people. She’d heard warnings about such creatures, old stories that had been passed down.” “What were the warnings?” I whispered. “That the creature must be killed immediately. Before it could gain too much strength.” Just like Sam thought. Was he right? “Of course, their legends say the same of us. That we must be destroyed. That we are soulless murderers.” Two for two. Edward laughed one hard chuckle. 227 “What did their stories say about the… mothers?” Agony ripped across his face, and, as I flinched away from his pain, I knew he wasn’t going to give me an answer. I doubted he could talk. It was Rosalie—who’d been so still and quiet since Bella’d fallen asleep that I’d nearly forgotten her—who answered. She made a scornful noise in the back of her throat. “Of course there were no survivors,” she said. No survivors, blunt and uncaring. “Giving birth in the middle of a disease-infested swamp with a medicine man smearing sloth spit across your face to drive out the evil spirits was never the safest method. Even the normal births went badly half the time. None of them had what this baby has— caregivers with an idea of what the baby needs, who try to meet those needs. A doctor with a totally unique knowledge of vampire nature. A plan in place to deliver the baby as safely as possible. Venom that will repair anything that goes wrong. The baby will be fine. And those other mothers would probably have survived if they’d had that—if they even existed in the first place. Something I am not convinced of.” She sniffed disdainfully. The baby, the baby. Like that was all that mattered. Bella’s life was a minor detail to her—easy to blow off. Edward’s face went white as snow. His hands curved into claws. Totally egotistical and indifferent, Rosalie twisted in her chair so that her back was to him. He leaned forward, shifting into a crouch. Allow me, I suggested. He paused, raising one eyebrow. Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, pow more

Resolved Question: I have a question about Scorpio?

Yes I'm an Astrologer, and I'm just curious about something myself. I'm a Scorpio obviously... Here are a few of my traits... I don't like to reveal them all, as I have a few unique ones, I keep to myself. I was born in München, Germany, although I was raised in America. My Birth Chart is quiet the odd one :) I find I have allot of Taurus traits, and think that I'm more of my opposite than a Scorpio at times... Some of my traits are Yes, I am Jealous and can be Possessive over friends and my Girlfriend, I'm extremely emotional, My emotions are hidden, I can't explain them... It's like they are all wrapped up within boxes and in a pit, if you will. My GF says I'm very Secretive, but the only thing I really hide are my emotions, I do put up fronts to disguise how I truly feel... If someone figures me out, I just change it, I like change, I do not like routine! I'm blunt and frank, also yes I have been told I am Sarcastic. I'm never satisfied with what I do, I feel as though I can do better and transform it from there. I like facing fears... I'm extremely stressed from overdoing things at times... I'm not good with my money, but am with my GF's as I try to budget everything out, in short I do what I can to survive. I have a few dark secrets I'll take to the grave... Now here's the part that I really think is weird for a Scorpio... I'm a loner, I tend to travel allot, I do not like flattery and can tell when someone is trying to flatter me, I just sense it... The question is, am I a true Scorpio from what I described?? My GF is a Pisces BTW. Sun in Scorpio, Moon in Taurus, Asc in Pisces. more

Resolved Question: I don't want to get my friends sick?

I am pretty sure I have mono because I am always tired and my spleen is swollen. Tomorrow for the fireworks I am going to get high with my friends. Please don't try and tell me I shouldn't smoke because I know all about marijuana. Although, I don't wanna give mono to my friends. I am going to bring along plastic wrap to put over the hole you suck but I don't know if that will work. What if they have a blunt instead of a bowl or bong? And what if they just won't let me smoke anyway. What should I do? more

Resolved Question: Why do you come into my store to buy malt liquor and blunt wraps then pay with change?

Resolved Question: What is the best blunt wrap?

I want to smoke but i would like to know other opinions on which blunt tastes the best :) more

Resolved Question: How would you title my story?

Her eyes. Those beautiful, vivid ice-blue eyes that made your stomach drop; Richard focused on them. Forced himself to. Even though their intensity spoke of things that she never would have told him, in her last moments they whispered a constant stream of memories. He did not see the rest of her body, the one he had so often leered at. His eyes only kept penetrating hers. For once his analytical mind did not take notes on her symptoms or recognize the effects of the illness. He ignored the nurse's rustlings and watched as Blair lay dying. "Well," she murmured, "nothing we can do?" Richard regretted medical school now. He would have traded anything not to know what was happening. The intelligence that was such a blessing to some of his patients was his never ending curse. "No. Whatever you have, you're about to slip into unconsciousness that you won't wake up from." His blunt honesty, at inappropriate times, was a similar curse. Blair nodded. He knew that she wanted to seem calm and serene, but he couldn't ignore the terror in her eyes. How could he fail to recognize she was ill?! He had the answer to everything. He knew her inside and out, and yes, he loved her, though he'd never admit it. He cleared his throat and shifted slightly in his seat. "I suppose I should say-" She cut him off by slipping her hand into his. "Humour me, Richard." And without the words passing her lips, he understood. Every time she had casually brushed against him. Every time she looked at him in ways no superior should look at their subordinate. She loved him. He couldn't help but wish that they had communicated better. "I love you." It was ecstasy wrapping his tongue around the words. It was almost as if the whole point of his existence was to say them here and now. He couldn't help but allow a small smile, and she smiled weakly back, but her eyes were rapidly dimming. He could no longer hold her gaze, and instead turned to the window as he spoke again. "And I suppose it would only be fair to tell you: I wasn't humouring you." He looked back at her, but her eyes were already shut. Desperately he turned to the nurse. Demanding an answer, "Did she hear me?" Thick tears were streaming from the young woman's eyes. "I…I don't know." more

Resolved Question: Could you correct this short story?

Perhaps some sentences are wrong, I don't know. I am French and English is obviously not my first tongue. - - - - The Story - - - - Her eyes. Those beautiful, vivid ice-blue eyes that made your stomach drop, Richard focused on them. Forced himself to. Even though their intensity spoke of things that she wouldn't ever have told him. In her last moments, they whispered a constant stream of memories. He did not see the rest of her body, the one he had so often leered at. His eyes only kept penetrating hers. For once his analytical mind did not take notes on her symptoms or recognize the effects of the illness. He ignored the nurse's rustlings and watched as Blair lay dying. "Well," she murmured, "nothing we can do?" Richard regretted medical school now. He would have traded anything not to know what was happening. The intelligence that was such a blessing to some of his patients was his never ending curse. "No. Whatever you have, you're about to slip into unconsciousness that you won't wake up from." His blunt honesty at inappropriate times was a similar curse. Blair nodded. He knew that she wanted to seem calm and serene, but he couldn't ignore the terror in her eyes. How could he fail to recognize she was ill?! He had the answer to everything. He knew her inside and out, and yes, he loved her. Though, he'd never admit it. He cleared his throat and shifted slightly in his seat. "I suppose I should say-" She cut him off by slipping her hand into his. "Humour me, Richard." And without the words passing her lips, he understood. Every time she had casually brushed against him. Every time she looked at him in ways no superior should look at their subordinate. She loved him. He couldn't help but wish that they had communicated better. "I love you." It was ecstasy wrapping his tongue around the words. It was almost as if the whole point of his existence was to say them here and now. He couldn't hep but allow him a small smile, and she smiled weakly back, but her eyes were rapidly dimming. He could no longer hold her gaze, and instead turned to the window as he spoke again. "And I suppose it would only be fair to tell you that I wasn't humouring you." He looked back at her, but her eyes were already shut. Desperately he turned to the nurse. Demanding an answer, "did she hear me?" Thick tears were streaming from the young woman's eyes. "I…I don't know." Fin. more

Resolved Question: How long does a blunt wrap stay fresh?

I got some baller's choice wraps by royal blunts. i never opened then i want to keep them til 4th of july when ima roll a sweet ass blunt. so how long do blunt wraps stay fresh and not crack or nothing more

Resolved Question: if i start smoking marijuana out of them empty flavoured blunt wraps will i get addicted?

i heard that blunts contain niccotine, but do them flavoured blunts contain any addictive things such as tobbaco? you know the ones were you get like three brown rolling papers (blunts) in a pack for like a £1? and I'm underage and i always used to get sold them, so i was wondering if smoking blunt wraps could cause me to start smoking cigarettes once again, I've been cigaretter free since FEBRUARY AND I DO NOT WANT TO GO DOWN THAT ROAD AGAIN! more

Resolved Question: Do they have dutches to roll up weed or blunt wraps in amsterdam.?

so do they..... more

Voting Question: Do men not catch hints or is it just that men don't WANT to catch hints?

So, I had a guy last night tell me that not responding to a guy's texts 10 times in a row won't accomplish anything because guys don't get hints and that I really just need to be blunt and rude if I'm serious about wanting him to leave me alone. That's not the first time I've been told things like that either. But honestly, if you've texted a girl 10 times in one day and then got on facebook and started messaging her without a single response, how on earth can you NOT understand that she's not interested in going on a date with you? Is it really that guys just don't want to accept the possibility that the girl's simply not attracted to them so they'll ignore the hints up until the point she gets mean and tells them off? (in which case they may still not be able to wrap their heads around the fact that she's not interested, so they accuse her of really wanting them but playing hard to get). more

Resolved Question: what is the best way to get high off of a small amount of weed?

I have a average sized dub on me and im out of money so i'm trying to preserve it but i still want to get blazed. I have rolling paper but no cigars or blunt wraps. I can roll fine but it burns too fast and doesn't get me high enough. Is there another way i can get really stoned off a very small amount of weed? more

Resolved Question: black & mild, is it really marijuana?

ok, a lot of ppl buy black & mild. and sometimes they use it for a blunt wrap for marijuana. but sometimes i see them smoking it just like as it is. does it actually get u high? more

Resolved Question: What are the best blunt wraps to use your first time ?

I just wanna see what kind of knowledge you guy's know. more

Resolved Question: Smoking tobacco before minor surgery?

I'm having a closed rhinoplasty done a week from now. I smoke cigarettes pretty regularly, but very, very lightly (not more than a cigarette a day, and gaps between days). Of course, I still decided to stop completely two weeks before surgery. Yesterday, though, I messed up a bit. I was with my friends and they were smoking marijuana. I'd researched marijuana's effects in relation to rhinoplasty and it seemed to have little effect, so I joined in, too. What concerns me now is that we were smoking a blunt, which I've since realized is wrapped in a tobacco leaf. I am having surgery in a week exactly. Is this slip-up enough to effect surgery? I am 18 and otherwise healthy. more

Resolved Question: Where do u get blunt wraps?

Voting Question: Excuse for getting caught?

my brother got caught with some zig-zags (blunt wraps) what is a good excuse for having them? What would they be used for that wouldn't be a big deal, other than rolling blunts. more

Resolved Question: If weed is illegal why do they sell blunt wraps?

its a question from facebook thats got me really thinking...why? more

Resolved Question: Can a store take my real I.D if they read the date and see I'm under 18.?

A few days ago I went down to 7/11 an asked for a grape game cause I needed a blunt wrap. The guy was brand new and was being trained so I thought he might card me. He asked me for my ID so I gave him my liscense hoping he wouldnt actually he check. He checked but was either retarded and just checked it said under 18 til 2010 and not the real date or he was nice enough to hook me up. If the guy was a jackass and saw that I was under 18 could he keep my liscense or anything. I'm guessing no sense its not illegal to try to buy tobacco in MA but I just want to be sure.Hotwheel he cant say its fake cause why would i get a fake ID that says im under 18. Summer how could he call the cops sense it isnt illegal to try to buy. more

Voting Question: Where can I get blunt wraps?

Do tobacco shops carry them? I specifally want zig zags but others will do too. I live in Minnesota, if that has to do with anything. Thanks. more

Resolved Question: are they still selling blunt wraps after may 1st in michigan?

Resolved Question: what can you use as a blunt wrap?

Resolved Question: How can I make this better?

This is part of a chapter in my book... As night ventured on, the abnormalities intensified. Max tossed and turned, writhing under his quilt. A blunt rock protruded into him from beneath the tent. Heavy splatters of rain could be heard each time his eyes began to wander off into a sleep. Then, when he went out to investigate he became astonished with a plane of dry grass. It was now one hour past midnight, after checking the weather several times, but finding not a speck of wetness. The thudding of heavy raindrops remained... Max slammed his head against the pillow, rolling it across his face, trying to ignore the sounds. He couldn't figure out why it was so hard to sleep, remembering all those stormy nights in the swamp where he slept through the worst of it. He turned to Sean who was sleeping soundly. Max sighed, feeling somewhat envious. “Why can't I sleep?” he questioned himself with frustration. Then after a couple more hours, his eyes were slowly closing... He squinted from a harsh beam of light that shined through the tent. Sean bolted up, and already started to pack his clothes in the backpack. “You ready for today?” Sean asked, fastening the belt, wrapped around his sleeping bag. “No,” Max replied, wiping his face, with not a trace of enthusiasm. more

Resolved Question: Is the first chapter of "my book" worth anything, or is it just another pathetic wannabe teenage novel?

Hi. I'm 14. Like writing. Hope you enjoy. Chapter One The Man on the Moon She strode along the forest floor with a grace and poise that contradicted her vibrant youth. Luminous bulbs floated amidst the towering oaks alongside her elegant frame, dappling the path with star-like speckles and casting an assuring glow towards the north. As she walked, slivers of full moonlight seeped stubbornly through the thick forest canopy and reflected upon the simple red dress she wore, adding to her already stunning beauty. On her face sat a beaded gold mask, perching elegantly on the bridge of her nose, and bringing an alluring sense about her that grew the more you observed. The young woman was around the age of 15, and had eerily pale skin, almost luminescent. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in ringlets of silky brown hair, and her eyes, barely discernable through the holes in the mask, were a warm, almond brown, almost similar to that of her hair. There was a certain edge to her that not only made her even more beautiful, you could see it in the assuredness of her stride and the glint of aspiration in her lustrous eyes. The closer she walked to the north, the more people started filtering through. Clothed in frock coats and corsets, double tailed suits, elegant multiple layered dresses, and the ever charming top hat, these men and women were congregating from all over the world for a multi-layered purpose. Their faces were all hidden behind masks of varying styles and colors. They were all whispering among themselves, not in fear, but in happiness. Today, June 12, 1778, was the day where a man had breached an entirely new level of technology. The men and women all approached the heart of the forest, where an incredibly peculiar device awaited them. It was made entirely of seemingly solid, glowing beams of light, that wrapped around each other in a hypnotic fashion, spiraling incandescently into the forest canopy above, lost in sight among the thick spring leaves. The light itself seemed to be weaning from the surrounding slivers of moonlight, because there was bitch darkness surrounding the vivid beams. Two by two, the men and women stepped tentatively into the spiral of sold light and started floating eloquently upward on a small podium of light the size of a carriage wheel, eventually disappearing into the night. The young woman waited patiently in line, and stepped upon the circle that would lead her into the masquerade party. A young man stood next to her, glancing nervously at her beautiful frame. He was disguised in a simple, white mask covering his entire face, giving off an almost eerie aura. “Do you know what they’re saying?” asked the man, glancing down at his shoes. When the girl didn’t reply he continued. “They say that he invented something that would revolutionize travel and warfare. They say that this is the pinnacle of engineering, that this will help us finally defeat them.” His voice, while sounding very adult, had a hint of child-like fascination to it. It irked the girl, like so many things did, but she ignored it and quickly replied. “Well what they, whoever they might be, are correct. My father is the man who invented the so called “pinnacle of engineering” she said bluntly, her eyes fixated not on the boy, but at the full moon, whose light had grown stronger within the past few seconds. As the young couple floated upward, the podium moved faster, and more confident, as if the moon itself were giving it power. “Your father is Richard Conley?” asked the young man in awe, voice wavering in fear and respect. “Yes.” The blunt, uninviting tone of the girl’s voice seemed to cut through the conversation like a serrated knife, and the young man said no more as the podium approached its destination, an enormous floating chasm of light, where masked men and women of all different sizes sat down on the seemingly floating chairs, tipping their glasses to Richard and his marvelous contribution to the turning point of the war. The young woman and man were one of the last few couples to step nervously onto the enormous plain of solid moonlight, and they immediately separated due to the awkwardness of their previous conversation, the man to the table of champagne, and the woman to the head of the gathering, next to an important looking man that must have been Richard Conley. As fewer and fewer people filtered through the mass of chairs and tables to find their appropriate seats, the silence grew with a foreboding speed. At last, the hundred or so people in the gathering, grew silent, leaving the natural sounds of the forest below them, all looking expectantly up at Richard, whom the young lady was sitting next to. Conley cleared his throat after a sip of champagne, stood up, and raised his glass to the midnight air. “To the light the moon gives us, the people willing to sacrifice their lives for our well being, and for the new generation of technology that lies ahead. There wa more

Resolved Question: how much will this cost?

i was wondering how much this would cost at an average head shop. 10 in-12ch glass bong, 4 blunt wraps, and 2 packs of king size zig zags. more

Resolved Question: Is the first chapter of my "book" worthy of anything, or is it just another pathetic teenage novel?

Last time I posted it, it didnt fit the whole thing, so here it is. Most of the time, when I read teenage author's pieces, I want to puke. Am I hypocritical? Is the book interesting, or better yet, is it well written? Chapter One The Man on the Moon She strode along the forest floor with a grace and poise that contradicted her vibrant youth. Luminous bulbs floated amidst the towering oaks alongside her elegant frame, dappling the path with star-like speckles and casting an assuring glow towards the north. As she walked, slivers of full moonlight seeped stubbornly through the thick forest canopy and reflected upon the simple red dress she wore, adding to her already stunning beauty. On her face sat a beaded gold mask, perching elegantly on the bridge of her nose, and bringing an alluring sense about her that grew the more you observed. The closer she walked to the north, the more people started filtering through. Clothed in frock coats and corsets, double tailed suits, elegant multiple layered dresses, and the ever charming top hat, these men and women were congregating from all over the world for a multi-layered purpose. Their faces were all hidden behind masks of varying styles and colors. They were all whispering among themselves, not in fear, but in happiness. Today, June 12, 1778, was the day where a man had breached an entirely new level of technology. The young woman was around the age of 15, and had eerily pale skin, almost luminescent. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in ringlets of silky brown hair, and her eyes, barely discernable through the holes in the mask, were a warm, almond brown, almost similar to that of her hair. There was a certain edge to her that not only made her even more beautiful, you could see it in the assuredness of her stride and the glint of aspiration in her lustrous eyes. The men and women all approached the heart of the forest, where an incredibly peculiar device awaited them. It was made entirely of seemingly solid, glowing beams of light, that wrapped around each other in a hypnotic fashion, spiraling incandescently into the forest canopy above, lost in sight among the thick spring leaves. The light itself seemed to be weaning from the surrounding slivers of moonlight, because there was bitch darkness surrounding the vivid beams. Two by two, the men and women stepped tentatively into the spiral of sold light and started floating eloquently upward on a small podium of light the size of a carriage wheel, eventually disappearing into the night. The young woman waited patiently in line, and stepped upon the circle that would lead her into the masquerade party. A young man stood next to her, glancing nervously at her beautiful frame. He was disguised in a simple, white mask covering his entire face, giving off an almost eerie aura. “Do you know what they’re saying?” asked the man, glancing down at his shoes. When the girl didn’t reply he continued. “They say that he invented something that would revolutionize travel and warfare. They say that this is the pinnacle of engineering, that this will help us finally defeat them.” His voice, while sounding very adult, had a hint of child-like fascination to it. It irked the girl, like so many things did, but she ignored it and quickly replied. “Well what they, whoever they might be, are correct. My father is the man who invented the so called “pinnacle of engineering” she said bluntly, her eyes fixated not on the boy, but at the full moon, whose light had grown stronger within the past few seconds. As the young couple floated upward, the podium moved faster, and more confident, as if the moon itself were giving it power. “Your father is Richard Conley?” asked the young man in awe, voice wavering in fear and respect. “Yes.” The blunt, uninviting tone of the girl’s voice seemed to cut through the conversation like a serrated knife, and the young man said no more as the podium approached its destination, an enormous floating chasm of light, where masked men and women of all different sizes sat down on the seemingly floating chairs, tipping their glasses to Richard and his marvelous contribution to the turning point of the war. The young woman and man were one of the last few couples to step nervously onto the enormous plain of solid moonlight, and they immediately separated due to the awkwardness of their previous conversation, the man to the table of champagne, and the woman to the head of the gathering, next to an important looking man that must have been Richard Conley. As fewer and fewer people filtered through the mass of chairs and tables to find their appropriate seats, the silence grew with a foreboding speed. At last, the hundred or so people in the gathering, grew silent, leaving the natural sounds of the forest below them, all looking expectantly up at Richard, whom the young lady was sitting next to. Conley cleared his throat after a sip of champagne, stood up, and raised his glass to the midnigair. “To the light the moon gives us, the people willing to sacrifice their lives for our well being, and for the new generation of technology that lies ahead. There was a hearty cry of “Ais” and the soft clinking of fragile wine glass onto fragile wine glass. “Today” the man continued in his authoritative voice, deep and calming “June the 12, is the day that I have successfully completed the making of the teleporter.”The people in the crowd widened their eyes in shock and delight, some squealing, some remaining silent. Meanwhile, the young woman, knees crossed, sat rather bored, staring curiously below into the shimmering waves of the forest canopy below. She thought she had heard something, a faint mutter or a rustle of leaves. But she dismissed it, regarding it impossible for her to hear to such lengths anyway. “As you already know, the tele-“ but the voice, once calm and relaxing, had now, as quickly as a blink of an eye, turned into a guttural gurgling. The young woman whipped her head around, mask flipping of the bridge of her nose in the process, revealing the rest of her face. She had turned her eyes quick enough to witness the brutality of it all, the evilness. A dagger, glinting in the lustrous light of the moon, had seemed to lodge itself neatly into the back of her father’s neck, causing the guttural sound and the grunt of pain as he fell slowly, like a marionette, to the moonlitfloor. Blood had sprayed from the man’s mouth, and now the girl was covered in specks of scarlet. For a split second, the congregation of men and women remained silent, not fully comprehending what had just happened. And then, utter chaos ensued, and the terrified screams pierced through the otherwise silent night. The young woman looked up at the moon, and sobbed as she scrambled amidst the crowd. A moment ago, it had seemed so pure and clean, but now, in the midst of all the blood and chaos, she could swear that little specks of scarlet blood had trickled down the face of the moon. The Man on the Moon was mourning too, blood trickling down from its pupil-less eyes. more

Voting Question: Drug paraphernalia charge, probation violation. ?? Jail time?

My children's father was caught with marijuana and a blunt wrap and was charged only for drug paraphernalia, a misdemeanor, and was sentenced to one year probation. He was supposed to report to his probation officer a few days later and was unable to, but stupidly waited until a couple days AFTER the appointment to call and reschedule.... They told him no problem, to come in and they'd talk about it. When he came in, they arrested him and told him he had to spend 48 hours in jail for not reporting. After being arrested he was given a drug test and he tested positive. Since it was only 2 weeks after he was charged it is possible it was still in his system from before... (I'm sure he's smoked even after, but its possible. lol.) He goes to court tomorrow to see what the judge says...What is the typical consequence for testing dirty for the first time on a misdemeanor drug paraphernalia charge. ???I forgot to add that after being in jail for the 48 hours they still kept him in there until going to see the judge. Which kinda seems like bad news to me. :)Yeah it is weird he was only charged with that, he actually had a choice to plead guilty to that, or possession of small amount of marijuana... more

Resolved Question: Should I Pound or Slice my Chicken Breasts?

I have several recipes that I like to make that require pounding chicken breasts out thinly. Whenever I do this, Parts of the chicken breast come loose, the breast tears, it doesn't come out the same thickness, or it gets holes in it. Grr. I do use plastic wrap and have tried pounding with several different blunt objects. Could I instead slice the chicken either in half or thirds (so that it folds like a pamphlet)? Would the texture of the chicken change enough that I really shouldn't do it that way? Thank you! more

Resolved Question: Method of answering questions... does it really matter how?

Does the way the advice/facts are presented have a big impact as to whether or not people will listen? Even if someone is offering a perfectly valid viewpoint, will be be less likely to be received if it is given in a blunt or unsavoury manner? Or are people usually mature and smart enough to see facts and good advice regardless of how it is wrapped up? Legit - Can all dogs be taught a solid recall, regardless of breed. What do you think? more

Resolved Question: what time do head-shops usually open?

headshops, likes ones that sell pipes, blunt wraps, and other cool things.... more

Resolved Question: What can you take from this story?

Sorry it's a bit long but a good story This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa. One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator. We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. "All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm." The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, Allah,"she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, Allah, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Ameen?" I just did not believe that Allah could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The holy book says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way Allah could answer would be for a package to arrive from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted cotton jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas- that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out -- yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle, I cried. I had not asked Allah to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. The ten year old was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, If Allah has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Allah really loves her?" That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed Allah's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child- five months before -- in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon." more

Resolved Question: what else can i roll a blunt with?

i used to use blunt wraps but then i found out that they have tobacco in them (dumb me for not knowing that in the first place) and i dont f*ck around with tobacco, soooo any other cheap things i could roll with?? if theyre flavored, thats even better! thanks more

Resolved Question: marijuana withdrawal symptoms?

A friend of mine has been working on losing his "addiction" (as I call it) to marijuana. He has been smoking for a long time. Since he was 15, he is now 32. He smokes a lot. All day long. He does not smoke cigarettes so he says hes not addicted. What I think it is, is that he smokes his weed in blunts (cigar wraps). And they are made from tobacco, I believe. He is always telling me that he quit and for the next 4 days he is a complete ASS! He says its from not smoking weed, I think its the tobacco withdrawal. My question is. Is the anger coming from the cigar or the weed withdrawal? more

Resolved Question: What type of paper can i use to roll if i don't have blunt wrap nor tree wrap or none?

Don't say brown paper bag already used it. more

Voting Question: Got caught with cops with weed, what can happen details below.?

Yea, i was in the middle of the parking lot, i am 15 and have never had a charge in my life and we only had about .7 in the car. They found the bowl and a blunt wrap. So what can happen? i have been told since it was only .7 they cant do shit but the cops said i could get in trouble. more

Resolved Question: Will occasional smoking a cigar have any long term side affects?

Recently my buddy has introduced to me to cigars. I am of legal age and will only be smoking them on special occasions, so never more than twice a month. So my question is: Will smoking a celebratory cigar or personally wrapped blunt only on special occasions have any harmful long term side effects? more