as a wee anecdote, in my early 20s I used to grow pot in the backyard. one year I had 6 big christmas trees ready to harvest. But somebody, I suspect this 16 year old shit who lived on the corner, jumped the back fence and cut off all the big buds. depressed, I put everything left in the food processor, and baked a bunch of green muffins with about a 50/50 ratio with flour. I left them cooling on the bench and went to the pub with a mate. My springer spaniel reached them and had eaten every singe one by the time we returned. probably about half a bucket full of chopped grass.
The moral? This labrador is a soft cock
(, Tue 14 Jul 2026, 6:16, Reply)
"No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough."
(, Thu 16 Jul 2026, 1:07, Reply)
