Yes, you are correct, golden teacher. I really wanna take a crack at P.cyanescens at some point.
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They are really seriously potent buggers...but they do not store well dried. At least...well...had some returned by the filth after an unreasonable, and unjustified raid, during which some 'vegetable matter' was stolen. Later returned with tsathoggua's other property (apart from a DMT extract in naptha, but damned if tsathoggua was going to ask for THAT back!!!)
Useless, near enough be the time they were returned, although it could be due to storage conditions. Reccomend storage under inert gas, or vac-packed in small, several-dose at most quantities. Still active after almost a year, but very weakly so. 5g produced a fairly mild trip. 5g freshly dried on the other hand...Tsathoggua would not be able to SPELL the words 'fucking donut muncher'
Useless, near enough be the time they were returned, although it could be due to storage conditions. Reccomend storage under inert gas, or vac-packed in small, several-dose at most quantities. Still active after almost a year, but very weakly so. 5g produced a fairly mild trip. 5g freshly dried on the other hand...Tsathoggua would not be able to SPELL the words 'fucking donut muncher'
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Every year, He goes hunting them, as there are two patches of woodchips that have produced several years in a row, a blessing really, as they come out when nothing else does, when its ice cold. They seem to fruit when the temperature drops significantly. So when growing them, thats when to look, and thats also when to hunt.
At least in the UK, where Tsathoggua sends his formless spawn to hunt for him. There is a UK race of P.cyanescens, and a US race, presumably a fair few strains within each. Do NOT collect the deadly Conocybe smithiana or Galerina marginata/G.autumnalis (now known to be synonymous) or other lethal, amatoxin-containing LBMs of its ilk.
At least in the UK, where Tsathoggua sends his formless spawn to hunt for him. There is a UK race of P.cyanescens, and a US race, presumably a fair few strains within each. Do NOT collect the deadly Conocybe smithiana or Galerina marginata/G.autumnalis (now known to be synonymous) or other lethal, amatoxin-containing LBMs of its ilk.
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to getting a pussy vaccine
Those already exist:
Child Support
Alimony.
Couldn't resist!

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I am glad I hadn't actually taken hold of my glass of vodka for a drink....or else I would have spat it all over my keyboard.
And given the way one of my old mobile phones reacted when it accidentally had an open beer can inserted into the pocket it called home, only upside down, then I do not imagine it would like it. Whilst one can wash a keyboard just fine...probably not while its actually on.
And given the way one of my old mobile phones reacted when it accidentally had an open beer can inserted into the pocket it called home, only upside down, then I do not imagine it would like it. Whilst one can wash a keyboard just fine...probably not while its actually on.
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That reminds me of the story my husband loves to tell about getting ketchup and eggs backed up in his nose! (at dinner time no less!)
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Yeah, worse with vodka....much worse.
Never, ever, laugh and drink spirits at the same time. Inhaling most liquid is one thing, cough, choke, splutter, curse air blue.
Inhale vodka, and its cough, choke, splutter, hawk, fuckfuckfuckowshittingsonofchristonthebogfuckingarsebag splutter curse air black, with acrid looking sizzling at the edges, while you yourself TURN blue.
Let me guess, your hubby is a bit lax with social conventions?
Or should that be 'gives not one single dying, syphilitic mother of a runt-of-the-litter's last dying gasp as it dies slowly of festering gonorrhea rat bastard shit fuck for social conventions, as long as they are ilogical products of neurotypical habit, that make absolutely no sense, and have little value in this current day and age'
Something along those lines, perhaps?
Toady just got back home from a crack-of-dawn bike ride....bringing back with him a whole shopping bag full of poppy pods and some straw.
To add of course, to his pile, earmarked for getting him at least a little wee taste of freshly made dipropionylmorphine. He is debating, however, having a cup of tea, with just a handful of his biggest, juiciest, foulest tasting looking pods. Already on a generous serving of DHC, just took his morning dose of part of his nootropic regime, piribedil, a D2/D3 agonist, got him a nice liter bottle of some fairly acceptable vodka that was on offer for a tenner, although much tastier treats await downstairs, in the shape of a nice, hot cup of steaming lady grey tea.
He LOVES lady grey tea, absolutely delicious. Beats the arse off earl grey, and leaves his body in a ditch, with his head, severed cock, arms and legs floating in a river like chum. Eyeballs gouged out for use as fishing floats. Yummy
Never, ever, laugh and drink spirits at the same time. Inhaling most liquid is one thing, cough, choke, splutter, curse air blue.
Inhale vodka, and its cough, choke, splutter, hawk, fuckfuckfuckowshittingsonofchristonthebogfuckingarsebag splutter curse air black, with acrid looking sizzling at the edges, while you yourself TURN blue.
Let me guess, your hubby is a bit lax with social conventions?
Or should that be 'gives not one single dying, syphilitic mother of a runt-of-the-litter's last dying gasp as it dies slowly of festering gonorrhea rat bastard shit fuck for social conventions, as long as they are ilogical products of neurotypical habit, that make absolutely no sense, and have little value in this current day and age'
Something along those lines, perhaps?

Toady just got back home from a crack-of-dawn bike ride....bringing back with him a whole shopping bag full of poppy pods and some straw.
To add of course, to his pile, earmarked for getting him at least a little wee taste of freshly made dipropionylmorphine. He is debating, however, having a cup of tea, with just a handful of his biggest, juiciest, foulest tasting looking pods. Already on a generous serving of DHC, just took his morning dose of part of his nootropic regime, piribedil, a D2/D3 agonist, got him a nice liter bottle of some fairly acceptable vodka that was on offer for a tenner, although much tastier treats await downstairs, in the shape of a nice, hot cup of steaming lady grey tea.
He LOVES lady grey tea, absolutely delicious. Beats the arse off earl grey, and leaves his body in a ditch, with his head, severed cock, arms and legs floating in a river like chum. Eyeballs gouged out for use as fishing floats. Yummy

