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Tiggy’s Word Of The Day – Spain

Spain - Sun, sea, sangria and sex heaven for the over 70's.

9. Spain

Hot country populated entirely by old people.

Invented by the Spanish, Spain is famous for sun, sea and Sangria, a traditional cocktail of red wine, Sunny Delight and brake fluid.

He's from Barcelona! Probably.Famous Spaniards include Renault Picasso, Manuel from Fawlty Towers and possibly Oates from top 80s rockers Hall and Oates, who looks a bit Spanish with that moustache.

A popular Spanish pastime is Bull Fighting which I believe is a lot like Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Great fun for kids.

 

They love clacking their big castanets over at Humor-Blogs.com


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Legally High – Tiggy’s Buzz Test

Tiggy is not feeling well now.

Is it possible to get high without breaking the law? I couldn’t be bothered to waste money on ‘legal high’ seeds or spend hours in the wilderness hunting for mushrooms, so I decided to look around the house for things to bring on that buzz. Honestly, the things I do in the name of research…

Wasabi - more burn than buzz.Wasabi – A dab of luminous Japanese horseradish provides an instant fiery buzz, so instead of ketchup I dolloped the green goo all over my dinner.

The stinging head rush and physical contortions that followed registered somewhere between orgasm and epileptic fit. Not a pretty sight. My nasal passages are still recovering from 3rd degree burns. Do not attempt wasabi overload at a Japanese restaurant or you’ll be asked to leave.
Legal High – 6/10. If your idea of fun is a fire in your brain, go for it.

Woowoowoo. Woo.Energy Drinks – The TV advert promised to give me wings – sounded like a high time. My mate Sparky (an expert on dubious substances) reckoned the overpriced caffeinated gloop at the local store was useless – the original drink from Thailand would make me fly a lot higher. Conveniently, he had a crate of Thai energy drink in his basement. The medicine bottle-shaped container should have been a warning – but no, I accepted Sparky’s challenge and downed several bottles of the sickly-sweet liquid…

OMG OMG itwaslikeallthesethingsinmymindallnightuhhh-uhhh-uhhh-can’t-sleep-no-sleep-brain thinking-two-thoughts-at-once-wooowooowoooo. And so on, for 14 hours solid.
Legal High – 9/10. More wings than a bucket of KFC.

Spinning – When I was a child I used to spin around until I fell over all dizzy and giggling. It seemed like a good idea to retry this early high so I twirled around in my living room until my brain went flying. Unfortunately, so did my television set and the coffee table. This technique is not a good idea if you’re adult size. And I used to bounce off furniture a lot better when I was 4.
Legal High – 5/10. Thrilling but costly. Try it in a wide open space with a pillow tied to your head.

Bleugh.Hemp Oil – Hemp oil is legal but can contain small traces of THC (the stuff that makes you go floaty and eat seventeen hot dogs in one sitting). I could legally buy this oil in my local store, although the checkout girl gave me a funny look when I slapped 3 litres of it on the counter.

The oil tasted like a cross between peanuts, grass clippings and Castrol GTX. It was overpowering by the spoonful, so I shoved the lot in the blender with some yogurt and made hemp smoothies. I forced the green concoction down awaited the buzz.

Lesson learned – hemp oil won’t get you anywhere near high no matter how much you gulp down. It will, however, make you very regular.
Cure For Constipation – 10/10, Legal High – 0/10. Doesn’t make good smoothies.

Non-Dairy Creamer – I wondered what would happen if I snorted Coffee Mate. It looked powdery and inviting and contained many complex-sounding chemicals that must have some sort of effect. Would I experience an instant non-dairy high? Or just dribble cream out my nostrils? However, the only thing I’m ever likely stick up my nose is a pencil so I declined that challenge.
Legal High – N/A. I’m not that daft.

So unless you enjoy burning your brain, falling over furniture or spending the day on the ceiling or on the toilet, I think it’s safe to say all these legal highs are useless. And this is probably why they’re still legal.

 

They’re higher than a kite stuck to a kestrel at Humor-Blogs.com


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Hurrah! It’s 4/20 Day!

High there!

I’m sure most of you are too stoned to see your calendar, but today is 4/20! The day when folk around the world have an excuse to smoke that gram of pathetic-looking weed they’ve been hiding all year. And the cops don’t mind! I expect.

But what is marijuana? Why is marijuana? Where the hell did I hide my sativa stash?

 

Hazy History
Marijuana was created by God and all the holy angels after the Universe was invented in 359 BC. The herb was popularized by Moses, as recounted by Jim Leviticus in Bible: Episode III (A New Hopeless)

“And the Lord said unto Moses, I shall appear before you in a cloud of incense and it will be like, really funny. And you shall bring forth two goats for offering. And a bag of potato chips. No, three bags. And thou shalt barbeque one goat and we’ll get really fucked up. Did I mention potato chips?”

The UK government banned weed during World War II as the baked British public weren’t taking the war seriously enough. The famous poster campaign “Put That Spliff Out!” encouraged the mashed-up masses go out and kill some bloody Nazis, rather than giggling and wavy dancing whenever the air raid sirens went off.

WWII was jolly unpleasant.

 

Happy Talk
Purely as research for this post, I will fire up a fat one and attempt to convey the feelings of marijuana-induced euphoria via the medium of the written word…

It feels happy. Oh yes, happy flavours. All day. Flavours of electric panda is what I need soon. Butter. Then in numb, fingers across the breeze like sausages with fingers, burning sofa with matches. I imagine fun? Yes, so.

Then afraid. Time to go under the table, my Lord. Police sirens. Oh! Bad flashing lights, policemans. Policemans with sausage fingers. Are sofa on fire? Happy dancing fire.

Peanut butter, potato chips hungry. Chinese open at this hour? May soon find out. Who is May Soon? Rice Crispies. Lol.

…You see? Pot is perfectly harmless and then sausages.

 

Weed CuisineA handy guide to cut out and keep.
You could spend several hours pretending you know how to roll a joint. Then spend another hour on your hands and knees extracting spilled bud fragments from the carpet. It’s a pitiful sight, so I suggest befriending an expert stoner to roll joints for you (look in the Yellow Pages under “IT Professionals”).

Another method, most popular at 1:30 in the morning, is to make hash brownies. Simply mix the contents of your fridge with 5 grams of leaf and heat at HIGH (obviously) in the microwave for four minutes. Top with icing sugar and consume charred mess before the fire trucks arrive. A delicious treat for 4/20 day!

 

Festivities will soon be over as 4/21 approaches, so hide your hot knives. Hopefully the effects will wear off before you are back at work driving trains or performing microneural surgery tomorrow.
Same time next year, stoners!


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Piss-Up In A Brewery

Beer and BeerI was invited to the launch of a new beer at a local brewery. Free beer all night. Free food and entertainment. A dream come true!

I arrived early, dangling my party pass at a group of tourists on a brewery tour. They must have thought I was a local celeb attending an exclusive bash. I felt very hip.

I rushed towards the loud music and aroma of sweet, fresh brew. Huge illuminated cases of icy beer filled every corner. “Try our new beer!” beamed a bikini-clad blonde as she thrust her hand into the ice and pulled out a chilled bottle. Forget the feminist implications of this sexist PR tactic, I thought, this chick has free booze.

Cheesy Things
A large buffet table groaning with crudités, nachos and unidentifiable cheesy things was beckoning. Ignoring the more nutritious offerings, I dived straight into the chips and cheesy things. It was plentiful and free.

Two hours and five beers later I was still going strong. Beer tasted so much sweeter when it was free. But the bikini-clad girl’s smile had turned to a grimace. She was probably wishing everyone would go home. All right, she had to stand next to a freezer in her undies all night, but the beer wouldn’t open itself, would it?

Five hours and an unknown number of beers later I was struggling. I couldn’t leave – there were still bottles in the case, swimming amongst the melting ice cubes. Bikini girl was nowhere to be seen. The buffet was empty except for the crudités.

Grease
I chewed on a raw carrot but my stomach required grease to hold down the beer. I had to pee for the eighth time in an hour. My hazy brain reminded me I had work in the morning. I would leave, but I couldn’t stand up. The carrot was threatening a comeback. I never wanted to see another bottle of beer again. I had learned my lesson.

Annoyingly, I’ve just been invited to an exclusive party at a cocktail bar. I don’t want to appear ungrateful so I will just pop my head round the door and say hello. Maybe just one little drink…


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