Eye Question
Originally Posted by grannyrod,May 9 2007, 11:00 AM
Do you see where the advertisers are sticking to the eye problem? Even they're not touching this one. But didn't men used to grow bigger breasts behind this stuff?

Originally Posted by S1997,May 9 2007, 02:32 PM
Naw, come on, y'all. Are you sure? I thought
has nothing to do with mammary glands and squirrel noses. That's a myth! I think it is other glands that get the affect!

has nothing to do with mammary glands and squirrel noses. That's a myth! I think it is other glands that get the affect!

Whew!!!! I'm so glad he said NOSES. I thought he was going to say something else and Blu,
No more
. MMMMM, I smell brownies, see yall later.
Originally Posted by valentine,May 9 2007, 01:39 PM
Whew!!!! I'm so glad he said NOSES. I thought he was going to say something else and Blu,
No more
. MMMMM, I smell brownies, see yall later.

days are behind me....though my intake assures me of forever being safe from contracting glaucoma.
Originally Posted by bluerooster,May 9 2007, 09:16 AM
Some treatments are really groovy
My mother's doctor thinks that my mother may have glaucoma, so I told her that I was going to buy her a bong for Mother's Day and that Martha would knit her a bong cozy.
Originally Posted by dean,May 9 2007, 03:13 PM
My mother's doctor thinks that my mother may have glaucoma, so I told her that I was going to buy her a bong for Mother's Day and that Martha would knit her a bong cozy. 
You folks obviously need some expert advice on medical uses of cannabis, including alternatives for ingestion methods.
Unfortunately, I was never sick way back then, or I'd be just the expert you need.
But I can say that the smoke is bad for you; the brownies taste lousy; and ... um ... wait, I'll remember ...
HPH
Unfortunately, I was never sick way back then, or I'd be just the expert you need.
But I can say that the smoke is bad for you; the brownies taste lousy; and ... um ... wait, I'll remember ...
HPH
Originally Posted by S1997,May 9 2007, 11:38 AM
OMG, someone told me about the brownies once!
It was a night to remember (or forget). He didn't tell us until many years later what he had done. Here I thought it was just all the booze we were passing around that night! Somehow I melted my pants near the bonfire!

Val, here's hoping for the best.









