Known as the "Lows of the Highs" this type of marijuana is the brick weed of Canada. Grown in mass quantities in British Columbia this marijuana is usualy striped of keif, sprayed with chems, thrown into bags, and shipped over to the U.S. where people can pay up to 40$ for 3.5g. This marijuana is NOT low grade pot compared to most of the weed going around. Though the high may be not quite as good as that from headies like sensi star and northern lights, you tend to avoid the confused, head-ache high that commercial pot gives you. If commercial weed gives you anything at all.
n. One of two weed plants Glen was growing out in the back yard. We think our neighbors stole one of them. Definetly smoother than shwag, but you still had to smoke like 2 joints worth by yourself to get high.
Nobody at the house was having any luck finding weed; luckily we still had the Dover beasters to fall back on.
Kind Bud that ships in primarily from Canada, but also comes from amateur growers. Not quite as potent as "headies" or "dank", but still very potent. Mostly indica, giving a relaxing body high. Usually grown outdoors. Somewhat bricked. Usually runs at 40 an eighth, 150 a half, 270 per ounce. Many high school and college students smoke beasters for the lower price while still being very potent.
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.