'Twas a peaceful 4.20 and all through the blog, Stoney and Bud sifted all through the fog.

4/22 IS 4/20 2-but why can't every day just be 4/20?-Justification for posting this 4 days late, but to quote Archers of Loaf - "What did you expect?"

Deepest apologies here from Stoney and Bud, as I type this- we blaze on the couch as per. Bud is definitely passed out and I sit and transcript. 4.20 just the other day and we were so far gone I am terribly ashamed to say I was so freaking stoney that I could not blog the post. 

My next goal was to post it on 4.22 because 4.22 is 4.20 too. But we are busy stoney bees and I finally come around to sit and post on fo-twinny-fo. Praying I get this posted tonight but lack of bread has me feeling decarbed. 

anyway on 4.20 we had curated a lovely playlist exacting to 24 hours ------https://open.spotify.com/playlist/19x2B5aGlb54CwQncESZ7p?si=a70f6b528e2c4efd

We stayed up till midnight the mid night before and Started it-slept, dreamed if u will, for a bit then regained our coveted consciousness around 9 or 10

You know we dressed for the damn occasion. Head to toe as per!

ITEM TO NOTE:LEG AVENUE WEED LEAF TIGHTS

ITEM TO NOTE: VINTAGE LIGHTER NECKLACE

ITEM TO NOTE:I HEART JAMAICA DRESS

ITEM TO NOTE:BLOWFISH SNEAKERS 

We ate some chorizo for breakfast as I had some in the fridge, I cooked it with some sunny side up eggs as per and we woke and boke watching Workaholics, which is basically like our version of whatever religious channels are on TV. Introduced to me by my awesome boyfriend and introduced to Bud by me, we shall never not enjoy their antics. They're like the Beastie Boys if they lived in LA in the early 2010s. 

Bud set alarms every hour at the 20 and we made sure not to miss a single one. We also kept the playlist on behind us at all times, during everything we watched. I played it on the speaker and if we went outside I just kept playing on my phone. 

We did walk to seum elleum (7-11) and someone hollered Happy Holidays to us which was very sweet. I also stopped at the smoke shop for some 420 bong cleaner as the bongs were being worn out by Bud and me. 

Bud sat on the floor and painted her big painting as per and we just chilled. She presented it to her class the next day along with her awesome AI video.

Floor was recently inhabited by my life sized acetate grid of Maryjane. 

We love to sit on the floor.

bluntitus by me

We obviously chopped all day but then I rolled one of the worlds crappiest but still extremely smokeable and fire blunts with the freaking loose leafs from before. Not bad, but I am not a good roller as I abide by the bong, and if rolling, I love to make cone and pack it.

After all dis we enjoyed my perfect and unbelievably mouthwatering Vodka pasta that I make every. single. night. I hope shallots can't kill me, but apparently they are becoming endangered. 

just like tart yogurt. 

Anyway we will show you how to make my perfect pasta in the days coming.

We had a very smokey and glamorous day of listening, inhaling, watching, arting, and being the chillest girls you will ever come across. 

We had a huge stoner movie list but alas, there is not enough time in the day. There for everyday should be 4.20, not that I'm upset that it at least has one holiday. 

One last thing, a fun fact, if you will: 2 days before 4.20, 4.18, I delivered a seamless presentation on my stems, which I have been collecting for quite a while. 

                                                           

A small photo of a large collection-if you want the banging ass fuckin presentation it will be coming to your screens soon. 

                                                                                                                        - STONEY ⍟

 

A Love Letter to The Rick and Morty Bong

 (This post is dedicated to my younger brother, who's birthday is today, and who's absence would result in the inexistence of chopaholics)

1st Gen: APRIL 11-2022 ONE YEAR AGO EXACTLY IRONICALLY

When my lips touch your mouthpiece

I feel as if you’ve unclipped my leash

Set me free, eyes low

Deep breath in, exhale slow

Now I soar

Above the acme of the sky

I want more

God I’m so high

School is done

Let’s have some fun

The beginning of the rest of my day has begun

I have no fear, when you are near, a smoky and stoney atmosphere

Oh Rick and morty bong, the day is long, but you keep me moving, keep me strong

2nd Gen: APRIL 11- 2023- (AFTER BECOMING A POET)

A The tattooed chamber fills with swirling smoke

B Tattooed in a crude Rick and Morty sheath

A Such a design-nothing short of baroque.

B So to hide the dirty glass underneath

C Quickly exhaling my coveted snap

D Made possible by my green leashed lighter

C Resting in my corduroy covered lap 

D Opposable thumbs flick the igniter

E Fill to the brim, the puffy round bowl piece 

F Green and brown become orange then empty 

E Particles dissolve releasing world peace 

F Never not counting down to four twenty

<3 G Love you forever, Rick and Morty bong

<3 G Forever with me you always belong

Hope you smoked FAT for my brother today. April 11 is April 20 too.

First Thing I'm Gonna do is Ask For a a Jammy Pack, it' s Become a Necessity at This Point. How do They Expect me to Taste the Waste? At Least I Have 60 Inch Bong

 They go on and on about their jammy packs, but never once elaborate on the mode of acquirement. Its' honestly just like they're laughing in our faces.  

The closest we got to achieving this waste-ness was today. We drifted to the dollar tree to find some yellow ass paint-and as we were checking out i remembered we forgot to get blunt wraps. So we stopped at a smoke shop before trying to get some yog. 

When we arrived, the man complimented our hats, we thanked him and I decide between the backwood flavors-I was stuck between Russian cream(my usual) and honey bourbon(a new choice). I asked the man and he told me he doesn't smoke backwoods, and that 'LooseLeaf' is coming up, no tobacco inside just the wrap. So I got some. 

    We got on to looking at bongs and being entertained and chit chatting with the salesman. Next thing we know were deciding between which cheap tiny bong is the best, and he asks us if we want this beautiful purple monster. We turn around and he is holding a 60 inch bong and offering it to us for 50 bucks. Without a moments hesitation we glided over to the glass desk, saying yes definitely, and over it he hands us a plastic wrapped purple plastic bong with a black mouthpiece.  We decided to half it and it is back here at my apartment with us now. Very fire. We were dying of excitement and taking pics with the fire camera, and he offered to shoot us. 

Also very fire, we were giddy.

One man on the street complimented it but other than that we got some strange looks. 

We went to get our usual yogurt only to find they were OUT of tart which was a travesty so we left. There has been a tart frozen yogurt shortage in America possibly lately. When I was in Kansas City, the yog place was also out of tart. So I'm a little worried for the impending tart shortage. Please vote for your local person who will bring it back.