4/20 isn’t just a holiday for cannabis lovers everywhere. For some, it’s a religious sacrament in which one worships the glory that is cannabis and all the great joy and good health the plant can bring to the world. There’s even a real Church of Cannabis in Denver. For the magic guy in the sky so loved the earth that he sprouted up some dank bud for all his people to enjoy.
This guy looking totally baked serves as the prompt for a lot of funny weed memes. Here’s just one of many funny stoned question memes. The more time you spend in the weed memosphere, the more you’ll see this guy’s face.
Is it just me, or does trying to act less high make you seem even higher? Just keep holding your eyes as wide open as they will go, and remember confidence is key!
If you always happen to find an extra lighter in your pocket after leaving a smoke sesh, you might be a lighter thief. Get help.
Why make 4/20 a once a year occasion when you can celebrate 4:20 every single day? Sure it might make the actual holiday a little less important, but it’s all about appreciation, and appreciating good cannabis every day at 4:20 can’t be wrong when it feels oh so good.
If you want to be a functioning person, then shake or mids is the only way to go. You can smoke as much as you want and not worry. These days, in a high-speed, ADD-rattled society, the last thing people need is to smoke this super hero weed that makes them just stare at their phones and twitch, instead of continue to chill with the homies or continue about their days.
Ever since then I've found myself missing shake. Weed these days is honestly just too potent for certain situations. If I'm just gonna smoke and chill by myself or with friends, it's perfectly fine. But the second I have to do something—be out in public, hang with my family, or anything like that—it becomes way too much. So many of the strains these days in California, Colorado, or even here in New York boast that they're anxiety-reducing, but that isn't really the case because they all have really high THC contents. In my opinion, the only way to actually get a really mellow high is to smoke weed with low, low THC content—i.e. shake.
I dealt for so long, and I know there is better weed, but to me it's just gets you high. I don't need weed for medical reasons. I would sell cheap weed for like $25–$30 an eighth, and good stuff around $60. I have a guy who I can get an ounce from for $80. I also have friends who sell that hydro, sticky Cali whatever for $350 an ounce.
Male, age 30
I like shitty weed because I grew up in Africa, where we got shwag and hash. It's a buzz, but not a total "drop you to the floor" high. I like it because it's not so druggy both in affect and culture. I like deseeding and breaking up weed. The community you smoke this stuff with is generally more relaxed, and you don't get that high, knocked out, or the anxiety that the dank shit is guaranteed to give you.
American weed is too good. I also hate bongs and paraphernalia to smoke weed. I like my joints like I like my women: thin and classy.
My love for mediocre weed all started when I went to Jamaica on a family trip. The first thing I did when I got there was chat up the bartender at the hotel for some pot. He asked me for a $50 and the next day came through with a giant bag of shit weed—seeds, stems, the whole nine yards. But I loved it. I would smoke so much and be mellow. Plus, I was listening to a bunch of 60s and 70s music on the beach the whole time and felt like I was back in that time period.
I don't even smoke weed anymore; it's too crazy. But if my I'm riding in a van through the mountains of Oaxaca and we stop in San Jose del Pacifico, you know that when I buy a big bag of mushrooms that, yeah, I'll take two fat tree branches of the shittiest weed you ever saw for $10. I'll put the seeds in my wallet and give them to my girl when I get back to Mexico City so she can throw them in a pot on her windowsill, and we'll twist up a stupid-big joint on the beach and let it burn. I'll hit it like twice, but that forest smell will sure bring me back, you know? Plus, I used to steal shit mids from my dad that he grew out in the woods somewhere and smoke alone. If I had the choice of smoking a big fat blunt full of mids or a bowl of NYC "heady" weed that costs $60 for a light eighth from some kid on a bike, you know I'd rather smoke that blunt.