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| Strains R Us. | Started by: John-Dillinger on May 12, '17 03:32 |
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If your a stoner. You know about this place. Located just outside Downtown Detroit in the basement of some rundown warehouse was "Strains R Us" THE place to go for all of your THC needs. The warehouse stood more wide than tall, stretching half the size of a football field, empty crates fill the inside, but there is a small opening, guarded by big burly men holding Tommy guns, they search you and let you head down to the basement. Down in the basement is pure heaven for any stoner. There where sections of Pot plants scattered all over. Every strain that could be grown was down here. You walk through the garden of weed to the center, where a glass counter stood, inside it where jars of weed, all labeled, and at the counter was the owner... John-Dillinger. He turns to greet you. "Welcome to Strains R Us, please, make yourself at home, to the far back there are a couple of couches, once you've brought some sweet bud. You can relax back there and smoke up, I'm sure I'll end up joining you!" |
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Richard was feeling a little blue. There are few remedies for the blues, Richard's personal favorite was green. And he ain't talking about money, if you catch my drift. He was strolling down the newly reformed Detroit Business District when he realized how much has changed. All his usual dealers and green shops were closed or plain not there. He needed to get baked, and he was still a stranger to this city. The only other person he knew here who liked to get fried as much as he did was John. Fucking John. Richard pulled up to the first payphone he saw and dialed up John-Dillinger. After a very brief, and very excited conversation Richard found himself walking into a building you would be able to tell was dealing in illicit substances from a mile away, maybe more judging from the size of it. Strains-R-Us. The R written backwards. Cute. After being escorted into the warehouse by some big motherfuckers with big fucking guns. Richard arrived in the single most beautiful room he has ever laid his eyes on. He felt like dropping to his knees and weeping. The men must have killed him and this was heaven. He broke his slack-jawed stare when he heard a man chuckle. John fucking Dillinger. This was certainly not heaven if he was here. Richard smiled wide and walked toward John. "This place is a motherfucking delight John. What's your finest strain? Hell just get me some of everything, and you'd better be smoking with me" |
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| Reply by: RichardDallas at May 16, '17 00:31 | |
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Sirius was back in town and he has heard his old friend John-Dillinger had opened a huge marijuana heaven right in Detroit. After loosing his great contact in Los Angeles Sirius was really in need of a new supply of quality shit to sell back in Vegas. It was really good to finally find a nice place where he could get amazing weed at a fair price that he just sat there in the floor next to what seems a plant covered in snow admiring it. He then looked at John and asked "Hey buddy..maybe you got any of this one to smoke cured or anything?" |
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| Reply by: Sirius at May 16, '17 01:00 | |
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Jake had just spent an entire day at the range, not to perfect his aim but to get used to the climate in DT. Sniping Krautz in the trenches of Ypres was one thing, getting used to the heat of a city was something entirely different. Jake needed some relaxation and headed down his buddy's store. Heya John. I'll take 20 grammes of your finest sativa, 10 of your famous Gorrila Glu #4 and 5 grammes of shadder. Join me for a sesh when you've handled yur other bussiness. Ok? |
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| Reply by: JakeTheFruitcake at May 16, '17 11:56 | |
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John had just finished watering all of his babys when Three of his friends walked down into the basement, he looked each up and down. RichardDallas Aka Nancy boy. Was dressed in some raggedy ass clothes, he had a hole in he's sleeve and his left toe was sticking out of his boot. Sirius Aka The tailor, was dressed like he was coming to steal a few bitches and probably get a STD...Again. but none the less, he was looking sharp. Then there was JakeTheFruitCake as he's name suggests, he's a full blown loon. He had his tinfoil hat, his camo get up and his weird ass sunglasses. John shook all of the men's hands and motioned them to follow him, with his little group of stoners behind him he walked into the dry room, his last harvest was just laying around in glass jars curing, he turned to the fine gentlemen before him. "Take your pick boys, the cigs and papers are over there, and I hope to god you brought your own grinders...Let's get naked." He said with a chuckle, pulling out a few Pre rolls and lighting one up before handing one to each of his friends. |
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| Reply by: John-Dillinger at May 16, '17 12:23 | |
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Jake takes the spliff hapily and lights it up filling his lungs with the hapiness. Damn John, this is a tasty strain. Kinda citrussy. What's the terp percentage on this badboy? |
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| Reply by: JakeTheFruitcake at May 16, '17 15:09 | |
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John looks confused at Jake for a few seconds before lighting up his own spliff and filling his lungs with the sweet smoke, held it, then released its smell into the air. "You mean THC percentage?" He chuckled before taking another drag of the spliff "This here is high grade Cheddar, the seeds where imported from the UK, some strains from the cheese family can hit upwards of 35%" he said before puffing away on his spliff. |
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| Reply by: John-Dillinger at May 16, '17 15:44 | |
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Jake shakes his head and looms at John No, you nitwit. Terpentine percentage. It dictates how much taste your strain has. You call yourself a dealer? Jake takes another drag and lets himself slump down in the sofa Got any snacks? |
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| Reply by: JakeTheFruitcake at May 16, '17 16:15 | |
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John inhaling a huge drag from his spliff laughs and lets all the smoke out. "Never fuckin heard of it mate, all my shits natural, no chemicals, just water and nutrients, not even bug spray." John pulled a rucksack down from a shelf and opened it up, revealing all the chocolatey goodness. "Here man, there's a vending machine out the door if you want drinks." |
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| Reply by: John-Dillinger at May 16, '17 16:48 | |
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Jake smiles and grabs some snacks Now about my order: what strains do you suggest? Jake gets up, waggles over to the vending machine and get some beverages after which he waggles back and gets on the couch again. |
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| Reply by: JakeTheFruitcake at May 16, '17 17:24 | |
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Richard took the joint from the douchebag John and took a hit. He was pissed. The weed wasn't the problem. It was amazing. The problem was he was hoping the weed would be shit so he could fuck with John. He took an exaggerated inhale and blew a cloud of smoke at the other patrons obnoxiously. He must have zoned out because the Fruit Cake was saying something he couldn't be bothered to try to listen to. "This is some dope ass shit John. I don't know why you're hating on my clothes though, hobo is the new CEO. Learn the fashion trends you cunt." |
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| Reply by: RichardDallas at May 16, '17 22:34 | |
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Sirius chekced on the samples John gave him and smelled them, they had real nice aromas, kind of different from each other. He pushed a rolling paper from a pocket and rolled a joint, then lit it up and slowly puffed. The taste was great and while continuing to smoke it he could feel the high... "This is good shit." he said while finishing the smoke and looking around to catch John's attention. "I'll need a shipment of this shit for Las Vegas, they'll love it. How about you get me a kilo today?" he asked seriously. |
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| Reply by: Sirius at May 16, '17 23:44 | |
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John was flooded by orders instantly, he never knew his crop was this good, might explain why people keep buying him out when ever he pulls down, sniggering, John looks around the room. He placed his hands on a jar or green crack, and turned to JakeTheFruitCake "Id suggest this one, it'll have you higher than a skyscraper, but be careful with this stuff, smoke too much too fast and you'll pass out for sure." He grinned getting out his shitty metal scales. "I'll weigh yours up after I've sorted out this man's kilo" John then flicked ash into the ashtray before turning to RichardDallas "Hating on your clothes? Your imagining things mate, they are okay, just not good." He laughed taking another drag of his spliff. "So, you going to buy any or sit here and freeload as usual?" Laughing at his conversation with Richard, John grabs a pre packaged weed bale he placed it on one side of the scale, and put a small metal weight on the other, they Ballance perfectly, he took the weed and placed it into Sirius' hands. "Here my good man, if they love it over in Vegas be sure to mention where you got it." |
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| Reply by: John-Dillinger at May 17, '17 09:47 | |
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As you walk down past the gaurds into the basement you notice a familiar odour in the air,the odour of that sticky icky,the green bandit,the golden sativa the magnificent indica!!! You walk around looking at all the beautiful strains trying to stop the drool flowing from your mouth. "Hey, who do I gotta pay to get some of this beautiful purple haze"?? You look around searching for a store clerk. |
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| Reply by: HaYdO at May 27, '17 11:23 | |
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