actually i have a better story. No one has taken more weed than in this story
For about seven or eight years running, I grew marijuana in my dad's backyard in suburban australia. One year I had 8 plants, big christmas trees, when someone, most likely the teenage shit next door, must have jumped the fence and cut of all the best buds, like removing the christmas baubles. Depressed, I uprooted the lot, and wizzed it to a flour in my dad's food processor. I reckon I had a full compressed bucket load. Using a half pot/half flour, I made a big batch of muffins. My brother and I decided to go to the pub while waiting for them to cool. when we came back the dog, a big springer spaniel, had got up on the bench and managed to eat the lot. He followed us upstairs, layed down on his side on the carpet, and slept for about 40 hours, making the occasional dog whimper. When he eventually woke, and we were starting to contemplate the vet, he seemed fine.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 20:49, Reply)