This video (submitted by East Coast Thinking Stoner “J.B.”) doesn’t have much to do with pot, except for the host’s using a bong to smoke his salvia divinorum. But it’s pretty amusing nonetheless. (Jump to the 1:30 mark if you’re too impatient to get through the set-up.)
I will also admit that my first (and last) experience smoking salvia played out in remarkably similar fashion.
Confession: I have two kids. I am aware that they may one day smoke pot. Which is fine by me, as long as it’s after their 30th birthdays.
So I actually have a fair amount of sympathy for the dad who thought this was a good idea. But I have a feeling that it just might backfire when the kid realizes that a not-insubstantial portion of the people who stopped to honk weren’t trying to deepen his shame.
A word of warning: this is a horrible story.
And by “horrible,” I mean it’s produced genuine horror in me. It’s taken me a couple of days to write this post, because it’s required me to do what I might call “soul-searching,” if only I had a soul. If you’re a fan of the kind of shallow snark I usually trade in, you may want to ignore this salvo and move on to our regularly-scheduled programming. But if, like me, you’re the slightest bit conflicted over the role that drugs play in our society, well, here it is…
Last December, a 20-year-old kid plowed his pick-up truck into a cop who’d pulled over a motorist (also 20-years-old) during a routine traffic stop. The motorist was killed. The cop, who was literally thrown out of his boots, was paralyzed. The kid driving the pick-up truck — who also happened to be stoned out of his gourd — was charged with vehicular manslaughter. And last Tuesday, the owner of the medicinal marijuana shop where the kid bought “a large amount of marijuana and marijuana edibles” was arrested by Federal agents.
On the surface, the perfect story to turn medical marijuana into a wedge issue, the hippies on one side, law-and-order types on the others. But that’s just if you stick to the surface.
Good news: the Weed Review
has returned to the LAist
. And thanks to its author Anti, who hasn’t posted a one of these reviews since November, for making us look productive.
(In case you’re wondering, you’re looking at “Master Kush,” a hybrid whose “high rolls up on you like a helicopter passing you by.)
Even prisoners need a little sunshine, which is what I’d like to think Marvin Lynn Perot was thinking when — minutes before surrendering to the authorities on a parole violation — he concealed an unspecified quantity of marijuana in a place the sun notoriously refuses to service .
He brought enough to share with his seven cellmates in (I shit you not) Brown County, Texas, who apparently weren’t too disturbed about smoking weed that literally smelled like ass. The same cannot be said of the authorities, who rewarded Mr. Perot for his kindness by tacking an extra ten years onto his sentence.
It’s a story as old as modern sanitation, but with a twist — mom finds drugs, flushes drugs down toilet, and, for her troubles, gets arrested.
When did Elle fall in love with the weed? This month’s issue includes a fawning profile of (Thinking Stoner mancrush-object) Seth Rogen that doesn’t just reference his pot-smoking, but celebrates it:
“Rogen’s been something of a serious pot smoker since he was a teenager…’I buy my weed the old-fashioned way—illegally,’ says Rogen, laughing. Then he clears his throat. ‘I’m actually somewhat against people getting medical marijuana cards that they don’t need, because I feel that it’s jerks like me who will stop actual sick people from getting their weed. I mean, what’s my illness? I guess I could say I have a terrible case of I-wanna-smoke-weed-all-day.’
Hardly news, if you’re following Rogen’s career
download true colors dvdrip . The exciting part (for us, anyway) is the profile’s basic premise (after the jump):
I was planning to write a post, at some point, about Hollywood’s current infatuation with the stoner film, but Entertainment Weekly’s resident pot-aficionado Shirley Halperin did it, oh, back in April .
British newspaper The Guardian makes a similar if somewhat cheekier pass at the same terrain, adding a list of the top 5 movie “adverts” for pot-smoking. I’d intended to take them to task for omitting Dazed and Confused порно видео смартфон , until I realized that Shirley Halperin’s original story included a top 12
, and she’d already delivered the great D&C her highest honors.
Well played, Halperin.
(The above picture is not (yet) a major motion picture, but you can find the book here.)
Fans of Harold and Kumar can rejoice — they’ll be back for a third film
, thanks to the folks at Mandate Pictures. Or as Mandate’s “honcho” explains:
“…the Harold and Kumar movies pushed envelopes, broke boundaries and connected with fans.”
Translation, for those unfamiliar with Hollywoodese: the last movie, which only cost $12m to make, had a $15m opening weekend.
