A woman whose chronic weed consumption has transformed her into a sluggish, unkempt, and vaguely ogre-shaped entity. Unlike cokeheads or methheads—who at least lose weight with their addictions—a Weed Ogre packs on the pounds, developing a signature round, puffy face. Known for their permanent stoner stare, questionable hygiene, and tendency to hibernate in dog hair and Dorito crumbs, they are the final evolution of the lazy, perpetually-high lifeform.
A true Weed Ogre can be identified by their horrendous, lung-destroying cough whenever they take a hit. A deep, guttural wheeze followed by a desperate, open-mouthed gasp for air—full pog face activated—as they flail for the nearest half-empty bottle of warm water, eyes watering like they just saw God.
A true Weed Ogre can be identified by their horrendous, lung-destroying cough whenever they take a hit. A deep, guttural wheeze followed by a desperate, open-mouthed gasp for air—full pog face activated—as they flail for the nearest half-empty bottle of warm water, eyes watering like they just saw God.
Bro, I went over to Chad’s place and his girl was just posted up on the couch, surrounded by Taco Bell wrappers, smelling of bong water. Bitch didn’t even flinch when I walked in.
“Yeah man, he’s dating a full-blown Weed Ogre.”
“Yeah man, he’s dating a full-blown Weed Ogre.”
by BigDogWalrus March 27, 2025