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spookyeviloneI found some cages cheap on CList and went to look at them. On the way, I stopped at That Guy's house to raid his Tarragon plant for use in making pickled quail eggs. I had an armload of Tarragon on the floor of my back seat, figuring that if I bought the excessively large cages, I'd have to put the seats down and not wanting to mess with plant matter in the dark and cold.
Arrived at the guy's house, looked at the cages. I decided to buy them. As we were loading them into the back of the station wagon, he sniffs and smirks, "Is that weed?" I said no, tersely, because anyone dumb enough to mistake Tarragon for marijuana didn't deserve any more of an answer.
He begins bragging and telling me about his escapades in getting high. I continue loading the cages. "So.. not weed, huh? It's ok. I'm not a cop." "No, it's not weed. It's an herb," snap I. It's cold out, I'm kind of miserable and want to finish the transaction and get into my car. He continues talking about pot.
Then, not so subtly, he looks into my back passenger window and his eyes get huge. I shit you not, "Hey! WHOA! What, do you grow it?" "No, my partner does. Why?" "Listen.. I'll give you the cages if I can have some of that." "If.. you can have some of my Tarragon?" He laughed, "Yeah.. Tarragon.. if that's what you wanna call it."
So I got two cages worth roughly $150 for $10 and a handful of Tarragon.
He emailed me a little bit ago to tell me it was a really mellow high.
I? Am flypaper for psychos.
Arrived at the guy's house, looked at the cages. I decided to buy them. As we were loading them into the back of the station wagon, he sniffs and smirks, "Is that weed?" I said no, tersely, because anyone dumb enough to mistake Tarragon for marijuana didn't deserve any more of an answer.
He begins bragging and telling me about his escapades in getting high. I continue loading the cages. "So.. not weed, huh? It's ok. I'm not a cop." "No, it's not weed. It's an herb," snap I. It's cold out, I'm kind of miserable and want to finish the transaction and get into my car. He continues talking about pot.
Then, not so subtly, he looks into my back passenger window and his eyes get huge. I shit you not, "Hey! WHOA! What, do you grow it?" "No, my partner does. Why?" "Listen.. I'll give you the cages if I can have some of that." "If.. you can have some of my Tarragon?" He laughed, "Yeah.. Tarragon.. if that's what you wanna call it."
So I got two cages worth roughly $150 for $10 and a handful of Tarragon.
He emailed me a little bit ago to tell me it was a really mellow high.
I? Am flypaper for psychos.