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curious2garden

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I don't know how I smoked weed without a grinder, now I own two!
I actually have three :) My Space Case I love and deliberately purchased. The plastic crappy one that came with something I bought (both the grinder and the purchase were not memorable) and the orange plastic one that came with my Volcano that is shockingly good!! I get cognitive dissonance everytime I use it LOL.
 

Paul Drake

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This is not what I said.

That is ^^^ and I stand by it. I was trying to help you. I don't understand the Popeye post in my birthday thread or this rant since I never denigrated your illnesses or you. Anyway I have helped where I could. I sent you ounces of concentrate etc.... I'm at a loss for why you seem angry with me. If you meant someone else then please excuse my taking this personally.

If you have breast cancer, like I have I suggest looking into cryoablation. So far I'm s/p 5 years and the MRI's start now looking for mets. I just had my first one last week and am in limbo waiting to learn if it's metastasized to my brain. If it has I can't have surgery. The last surgery I had, for uterine cancer, I was awake although paralyzed. I had an idiosyncratic reaction to general anesthesia.

I could go on about my three joints needing repair, my spine that my autoimmune disorder has eaten most of the cartilage out of so I live bone on bone in pain or any of the other things needing surgical intervention that requires a general that I can not avail myself of and my hypopituitarism needing daily injections and the list goes on ad nauseam.

I get the pain and frustration on a deeply personal level. It's why I try not to bring that laundry list of pain and misfortune here. If I don't wall it off it can consume my life. I respect that you have chosen to deal with it in a different way but please don't misquote me. I feel for your situation and understand it all too well. I wish you nothing but the best and I'm sorry you are going through this.
Wow did I mention you?
Do you jog?
 

manfredo

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Cause of this wheelchair and no way to transport it anywhere. Still no lift for my chair and can’t walk otherwise. I can’t even walk down the ramp man.

We’re fine from the hurricane it’s my brother in north port that’s screwed.

Wife out doing stuff and all I can barely do is get out to the dr.

Thanks for caring Jeff. You’re a good guy.
How about some good old motorcycle ramps ?? I have these3 in both wood and aluminum, and the past few years I used them for loading my push mower, instead of mlifti8ng it with my bad back.

Made it a breeze to load and unload, and you can buy or build a set cheap...like $50 ish

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Paul Drake

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How about some good old motorcycle ramps ?? I have these3 in both wood and aluminum, and the past few years I used them for loading my push mower, instead of mlifti8ng it with my bad back.

Made it a breeze to load and unload, and you can buy or build a set cheap...like $50 ish

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Except for getting the chair up in there. This was my original thought but you can’t run the chair if you’re not in it.
We used to do everything this way for my dad’s lawn service and even transport golf carts but chairs suck.
I still have the ones I bought from Home Depot in the beginning.
Thanks for thinking of that though. I think they would work on the porch but Barbie said no. The middle wheels get stuck.
 

RetiredToker76

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I feel like using that grinder would require a pre grind to get the pieces small enough to fit. It's so cute...
I've seen it at festivals, someone sits down in a tent spends 2 minutes breaking up a bud that I'd throw in my Space Case whole, just to fit it inside a grinder the size of a silver dollar and get a grind out that's only marginally better than their hand break up.

Then I pull out a mason jar with 3-4 oz of bud I ground up in my food processor in under 60 seconds, sealed up in the jar and threw in my camping gear; I have a bowl packed and two joints rolled before they're done with their 1/32 ounce grind. That's if I was in a hurry, usually I have a cigar box loaded with Raw Cones I packed and loaded at home.
 

shnkrmn

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I've seen it at festivals, someone sits down in a tent spends 2 minutes breaking up a bud that I'd throw in my Space Case whole, just to fit it inside a grinder the size of a silver dollar and get a grind out that's only marginally better than their hand break up.

Then I pull out a mason jar with 3-4 oz of bud I ground up in my food processor in under 60 seconds, sealed up in the jar and threw in my camping gear; I have a bowl packed and two joints rolled before they're done with their 1/32 ounce grind. That's if I was in a hurry, usually I have a cigar box loaded with Raw Cones I packed and loaded at home.
You can definitely come golfing with me. I'd even let.you drive the buggy
 

RetiredToker76

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You can definitely come golfing with me. I'd even let.you drive the buggy
It's just that I should not be allowed to play golf, like ever. I'm very self moderated and know that me + golf club + dimpled ball = financial damages.

Life lesson one age 5: Find a family friend's golf clubs (circa 1940's) in their barn, grab some balls from the bag and do my best to imitate the pros I saw when my dad watched golf on TV. I'm a natural, 1 ball, 3 windows.

Life lesson age 12: Same scenario, find my dad's old golf clubs in the attic (circa 1968 ..) Setup in the front yard. Yep, still a natural, 2 balls, 2 neighbor's windows.

life lesson age 22: Old family friend from age 5, passes away, thinks it's funny to leave the Circa 1940's golf clubs to the little boy that broke 3 windows with one swing in his will. I grab a college buddy and go to the local driving range / put-put. Setup at the driving range, get a $5 bucket of balls. Three balls in, slice one into the barrier, it goes full on pong style and bounces around inside the driving area before bonking myself and another guy in the place in the skull. To this day my buddy and I do not know which one of hit the ball since we both swung in our respective lanes. It was not on purpose, we weren't being stupidly adolescent, we just suck that much. We were invited to never return to the driving range.

Life lesson age 39: Take my 6 year old out mini-golfing at the locally owned urban play area. We get to about hole 8 and I turn around to do some math on the card. While my back is turn, mini-me goes full Happy Gilmore and launches her little pink ball off the hump, over the chain link fence into the parking lot, directly into the rear window of someone's Kia.

It's been 7 years since I had to buy a stranger's rear car window. Just let me have some shade, DJ control, and I'll pass out weed, but do not let me have a golf club under any circumstances. I don't care if there's nothing breakable within 100 miles and you've got post Tin Cup Renee Russo to give me private golf lessons and fix whatever is broken in my genetics. I'll still find a way to break a window or knock someone out somewhere, it could be a helicopter that just happens to fly overhead at the wrong time, if I took the swing, something's breaking.

This is why I play 9-ball, thousands of games since I was 7 and I've only ever broken one window playing pool.... and I was being an adolescent dipshit at the time.
 

Rsawr

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It's just that I should not be allowed to play golf, like ever. I'm very self moderated and know that me + golf club + dimpled ball = financial damages.

Life lesson one age 5: Find a family friend's golf clubs (circa 1940's) in their barn, grab some balls from the bag and do my best to imitate the pros I saw when my dad watched golf on TV. I'm a natural, 1 ball, 3 windows.

Life lesson age 12: Same scenario, find my dad's old golf clubs in the attic (circa 1968 ..) Setup in the front yard. Yep, still a natural, 2 balls, 2 neighbor's windows.

life lesson age 22: Old family friend from age 5, passes away, thinks it's funny to leave the Circa 1940's golf clubs to the little boy the broke 3 windows with one swing in his will. I grab a college buddy and go to the local driving range / put-put. Setup at the driving range, get a $5 bucket of balls. Three balls in, slice one into the barrier, it goes full on pong style and bounces around inside the driving area before bonking myself and another guy in the place in the skull. To this day my buddy and I do not know which one of hit the ball since we both swung in our respective lanes. Itt was not on purpose, we weren't being stupidly adolescent, we just suck that much. We were invited to never return to the driving range.

Life lesson age 39: Take my 6 year old out mini-golfing at the locally owned urban play area. We get to about hole 8 and I turn around to do some math on the card. While my back is turn, mini-me goes full Happy Gilmore and launches her little pink ball off the hump, over the chain link fence into the parking lot, directly into the rear window of someone's Kia.

It's been 7 years since I had to buy a stranger's rear car window. Just let me have some shade, DJ control, and I'll pass out weed, but do not let me have a golf club under any circumstances. I don't care if there's nothing breakable within 100 miles and you've got post Tin Cup Renee Russo to give me private golf lessons and fix whatever is broken in my genetics. I'll still find a way to break a window or knock someone out somewhere, it could be a helicopter that just happens to fly overhead at the wrong time, if I took the swing, something's breaking.

This is why I play 9-ball, thousands of games since I was 7 and I've only ever broken one window playing pool.... and I was being an adolescent dipshit at the time.
It was willful negligence to take anyone related to you to a mini golf course. You must be stopped! D:
 
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