Update #2
Okay since I started them on the 24th I'm going to try to keep the updates on Sundays, with try being the keyword here. Anyway not much to report, plants seem happy, temps have been a bit high 84-90F but it's starting to cool so I think growth will pick up a bit. Not a lot of seedling stretch which hopefully means I can compete with some of the high wattage crowd. Seem to be really digging the 630nm too. And I'm keeping the humidity in the 40 and low 50s so I think they'll be good without their BioDomes
. Oh and maybe they'll get some Super Plant Tonic this week, otherwise it's just water.
Also I've marked the cups with dots, with the number of dots representing the cup's number, (Duh)
. Once again start and germination date, along with strain can be found in my sig. Sorry but I don't want to write on those thin ass ghetto cups. Any problems?
Well now all the official business seems out of the way let's get back to something I mentioned earlier and lets meet "Team FranJan". You know, those little people that make all the difference yet that get none of the glory. Well that's gonna change today.
First off let's meet the team's Executive Horticulturist, the one and only, (thank God), Mr. Bobby (Scooter) McCuppins.
Bob's come out of retirement to be part of this magic run and for those who are unfarmiliar with Mr McCuppins credentials, I'll remind them that this is the father of the most controversial fertilizing technique of the new century, Man-ganics. Man-ganics is based on that whacky Green movement you might of heard of and is an attempt to return all those chemical poisons sold in Hydroponic/Gardening stores back to the earth in a more benign form and is done by the practitioner drinking and digesting these poisons and secreting them onto one's plants and garden. This actually explains Bob's sartorial taste in pants, (but not those socks) and is probably why he has won Wisconsin's Most Disgusting Citizen award for 10 years running now. Sadly we weren't able to use his super soil recipe, since it's illegal everywhere but North Korea I believe. Let's just say I now know what happens to all those missing people
. Shhhh.
Next it's Bob's assistant, Head Gardner Miss uhmmm, erhm,
actually I never did get her name or qualifications straight. Likes floppy hats, enjoys plowing, hates pants and charges me 400 bucks an hour to water my plants. And I have to wear a condom
*.
Worth. Every. Penny!
Next up you can't have a good offense without a bigger defense and this time we've chose Canada's own Voodoo goddess and man hater extraordinaire Esther Coldwind-Pimplenips to protect our grow space.
Sure my dabbling in voodoo in previous contests turned my Mom into a stuffed animal forever imprisoned in that sweat shop PSUagro. calls a grow room but that's the price one has to pay to be the best. So remember gang I keep Esther on speed dial, so fuck with my plants and you'll have the single most fucked up evil vindictive chick from the land of fucked up evil vindictive chicks on your ass for eternity. Pants or no pants!
Ladies and Gentlemen I give you Team FranJan! GO TEAM! (And make sure you shut the door on the way out
)
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OK at this moment Team FranJan would like to apologize to all the woman out there who feel we've exploited some of the most shallow and base aspects of women in order to generate a feeble attempt at comedy. Hell, my Mom's a women! With this in mind Team FranJan has decided to contribute a large cash donation to the organization PYPOL, (Put Your Pants On Ladies) in order to help women like the one's below. We will be there for these poor souls! Even if we have to hand stitch teeny tiny little pieces of fabric by hand on to their pants ourselves. Every Friday night. And even if they're kicking and screaming the whole time. Actually, especially if they're kicking and screaming!
*Bonus Question*:
You know when you go to one of "those" parties or clubs and you get a blow job from a prostitute and you wake up the next day and take a piss to find your dick is mangled and piss is just shooting out everywhere until you realize the sly little minx slipped a condom onto your dick before she began and you've been sleeping with it on all night long? Don't you hate that feeling?
yah pedophiles!
? Really now, I'm American not........ uhm. What was that word I'm looking for? 
