gobru

ik zou er gek van worden Gr

moggel allemaal

weer is bagger waait behoorlijk hard hier.

zo even kijken voor nieuwe auto, even vergeten dat ik hem heb gesloopt op kerstavond ...lol

moggel allemaal

gaat goed komen Gr zal zeker dan in het weekend zijn...

zo 2e vreetdag...vandaag zal ik wel ontploffen

hier hebben de schoonouders er gelukkig begrip voor...zeer openstaande mensen...

zal ook niet volgende week zijn Gr ...wat te koud voor de bbq

zp verder met eten

is maar wat je handig lijkt...knoeien met stopverf of een beetje zuigen

diamantzaag en een waterzuiger...kabaal heb je helaas wel

kerstgedicht:

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the growroom

Not a plant was still standing; not a bud was in bloom.

The branches were drying, hung out in a line

In hopes that a bankroll soon would be all mine

The trimmers were ready to manicure buds;

But meanwhile did nothing but drink up my suds.

Didn’t matter to me; I still had my stash.

And in just a few weeks I’d be swimming in cash.

Then, at the front door, arose such a clatter,

I stubbed out my joint to see what was the matter.

Away down the hallway I flew like a flash,

Looked out the window and let out a gasp.

What to my wondering eyes did appear,

A drug bust in progress with ten cops in SWAT gear!

They came to the door and pounded away.

It was worse than the cops; they were all DEA!

Now I was panicked; I didn’t want blame

I yelled at the trimmers and called them by name:

"Now, Jeremy! Now, Jason! Now Pedro and Dale!

Get out of here, dudes, or you’re going to jail!

To the back porch! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away, dash away all!"

They took off like rabbits, hightailing it fast.

I now worried greatly about saving my ass.

The cops were now breaking the door down with force.

The plants gotta go, I thought with remorse.

I ran to the fireplace to burn up my crop,

When suddenly St. Nicholas dropped down with a plop.

“Holy shit! It’s Santa!” I said with surprise.

I wondered, could St. Nick tell the cops a few lies?

Police were now swarming through the front door

And screaming at me to “Lie down on the floor!”

But Santa winked slyly and settled my head,

And soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, and made not a sound

Just filled up his toy sacks with all of my pounds.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, taking all of my crop.

Regardless, I’m happy I didn’t get popped.

The cops were all pissed; the evidence was gone.

They couldn’t even bust me for having a bong!

I laughed to myself as they drove out of sight --

“That’s the best present ever on this Christmas night!”

goedemorgen allemaal op deze eerste vreet dag!!

Hoe hard moet ik me laten horen :dribble:

Ja mensen roept u maar...

+1

kerstgedicht:

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the growroom

Not a plant was still standing; not a bud was in bloom.

The branches were drying, hung out in a line

In hopes that a bankroll soon would be all mine

The trimmers were ready to manicure buds;

But meanwhile did nothing but drink up my suds.

Didn’t matter to me; I still had my stash.

And in just a few weeks I’d be swimming in cash.

Then, at the front door, arose such a clatter,

I stubbed out my joint to see what was the matter.

Away down the hallway I flew like a flash,

Looked out the window and let out a gasp.

What to my wondering eyes did appear,

A drug bust in progress with ten cops in SWAT gear!

They came to the door and pounded away.

It was worse than the cops; they were all DEA!

Now I was panicked; I didn’t want blame

I yelled at the trimmers and called them by name:

"Now, Jeremy! Now, Jason! Now Pedro and Dale!

Get out of here, dudes, or you’re going to jail!

To the back porch! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away, dash away all!"

They took off like rabbits, hightailing it fast.

I now worried greatly about saving my ass.

The cops were now breaking the door down with force.

The plants gotta go, I thought with remorse.

I ran to the fireplace to burn up my crop,

When suddenly St. Nicholas dropped down with a plop.

“Holy shit! It’s Santa!” I said with surprise.

I wondered, could St. Nick tell the cops a few lies?

Police were now swarming through the front door

And screaming at me to “Lie down on the floor!”

But Santa winked slyly and settled my head,

And soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, and made not a sound

Just filled up his toy sacks with all of my pounds.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, taking all of my crop.

Regardless, I’m happy I didn’t get popped.

The cops were all pissed; the evidence was gone.

They couldn’t even bust me for having a bong!

I laughed to myself as they drove out of sight --

“That’s the best present ever on this Christmas night!”

drinken niet roken doe ik voor 4 ...lol

geen idee hoe laat eerst naar de kerk

 

dit worden dagen met lekker eten en gezelligheid,

 

het hele jaar toch bedoel je

klinkt goed allemaal GR...hier de kippe pastij ragout aan het maken voor vanavond

moggel allemaal

edit: zeer lekker en zeer zoet

Maakt niks uit waar....daar komen we wel uit....ja bbq

Thanks blowsterke..

volgend jaar wat sneller doen UG...kumt goot

nieuwjaarsborrel ??????

Thanks Johnny

leuk weer eens een nieuw verslag

geniet van je vakantie Stoner

dat topic heeft een andere reden dat er foto's weg zijn !!..zal door de eigenaar van de pica's komen

s5 achtig iets...zeer lekker

Lol...maakt niks Gr , thanks..

was gezellig gisteren Ug ...

goede morgen allemaal..

gebruiken hasj spuiters dat niet ?

Ja lekker...nogmaals thanks allemaal

Thanks Ug en Miss...Yep...fam bezoekdag...dit jaar 5 tantes erbij gekregen ...vanaaf na het eten zullen we wel gewoon thuis zijn

lol...is geen brandnetel hoor...goed kauwen