The Current Buzz Vol 2 Issue 2
Meet Uncle Fudge:
“Hell no I ain’t gettin’ no damn medical marijuana
card. Their sayin’ if you get one of those you ha-
veta give’m your guns. I ain’t given up my damn
guns! I been smokin’ weed for more’n fifty years
and nobody’s ever bothered me. Hell, we even
grew it back in the seventies.
Sumbody (sic) told me recently about a kinda
marijuana called: Candyland
I ‘member the first bag of weed I ever bought. It
was march 1973. We collected pop bottles for a
week (sum’ov’em probably not even our’s) to buy
a sack of weed. It was a five finger bag. That is
how it was measured back then. You held it up
next to your hand to measure it by finger height.
It cost me $9.35. The guy “who scored it for me”
pinched it pretty good knowing I didn’t know any-
thing about buying weed or how to compensate
someone for getting me some. The dude called it
Columbian; but, it was probably just some kind of
ol’ homegrown.
The BLUNT Truth
I like the shit they call Candyland. Man, if you have
a difficult time waking up in the mornings this stuff
is better than a strong cup of joe. Ordinarily, I wake
up every day with my back hurting. And today is no
different. I grabbed my pipe and stuffed it full with a
big ol’ bud of Candyland, instead of reaching for the
oxycodone 10mg.
This stuff gave me more energy, and a better attitude,
than I have had for weeks. I also woke up with a
headache in the back of my head. It is gone now too.
The buds are dense and tight. It has a beautiful green
appearance with purple and orange hairs. It’s got little
ol’ white lookin’ crystals covering the buds. The taste
is sweet...reminiscent of grapes.
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Candyland
Final analogy: I now have less pain, more energy, am
less worried, have gone back to work, and my mood
is better. 4.6 our of 5 Stars. Get’cha some!
Anyhow, this ain’t that kinda pot.”
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