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Cake day: December 21st, 2023

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  • Psythik@lemmy.worldto196@lemmy.blahaj.zoneRule
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    8 hours ago

    I like to buy a concentrate (usually distillate but any concentrate will work), warm it up under a hot plate until it’s nice and gooey, then spread a layer of it over the blunt with my dab tool before lighting up. Gets me as high as I used to get back before legalization, and the stickiness of the concentrate helps the blunt burn more smoothly and evenly.

    If your tolerance is as wrecked as mine from too many dabs, you gotta try this. The full-spectrum effect of flower combined with the intensity of a good concentrate is the chef’s kiss.







  • Psythik@lemmy.worldtoMicroblog Memes@lemmy.worldPicture this
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    1 day ago

    That’s BS. Assuming you haven’t degoogled, try this:

    Turn off your adblocker, then spend the day talking about how much you need something, like dog food, for example. Talk about relevant things, like how much you love your dog. Then go on a PC or phone that is logged into your Google account and visit some websites that use adsense ads. And prepare to be horrified.












  • Not really (I’m still a wage slave with severe ADHD and bipolar disorder) but the life insurance check sure helped. But now most of that is gone—even though I was smart and invested most of it—because due to a series of unfortunate events, I had to buy three cars and replace the engine in one of them since his death. If you’re interested, a brief summary of what happened is below:

    Paid off the remainder of my car loan the moment I got the check. A few months later, the mechanic noticed a grinding sound from the transmission. Because it was a hybrid with a sophisticated planetary eCVT (Ford C-Max), that ended up being a $8200 bill. So I traded in the car for a Genesis Coupe BK1 3.8.

    Did my first oil change a month later and found metal in the oil. I decided to just keep driving it and replace the engine once it finally blew; well unfortunately I never got to that point because a few months later I slid the car backwards into a pole in attempt to avoid a collision with a driver who merged into my lane without looking. I overcorrected and completely totaled the car. Insurance refused to pay out because it was technically my fault, and I couldn’t even part it out because the tow yard that took it wanted to charge me more than the scrap value of the car. So I had no choice but to let them keep it.

    So next I bought a 350Z from AutoNation Nissan. It burned so much oil that I was literally adding a quart every 300 miles. A month and a half later, it threw a rod and I had to spend literally half the value of the car to replace the engine.

    So to tl:dr things up, basically I went from $75k to under $8k in just two years, all because I got scammed by shady dealers three times in a row. My biggest regret is paying off my first car, instead of just letting it get repossessed and simply buying a brand new car. Live and learn. FWIW I also bought an OLED TV and built a kickass gaming PC with a 7700X and a 4090, so I didn’t lose all of it without having something to show for it.

    Thanks for listening. I tried to keep my story as brief as possible.


  • Psythik@lemmy.worldtoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.worldMeatspin
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    3 days ago

    England was definitely a lot more laid-back when it came to religion back then. For example, when John Lennon said that The Beatles were more popular than Jesus, half of America lost its collective mind.

    And in the 80s, Americans would throw holy water on Ozzy Osborne. He later said on his podcast that he doesn’t even believe in Satanism and the Occult; he just likes their style. But Americans treated him like he was the fucking Antichrist.


  • It really does. I wasn’t allowed to believe in Santa, and celebrating Halloween was completely out of the question. I was 30 the first time I was allowed to go trick or treating. Now that dad’s dead, I go all-out on Halloween every single year. Suck it, you Trump-loving bastard.

    (Just kidding: I love you dad. Rest in peace.)