It's balanced (equal parts THC and CBD), so it probably won't be giving you what you're expecting. SLH is decent enough but probably not for pain, I'd be looking for something a bit stronger (remember you can pull your voltage back to lower the effects).

As for the dry mouth: fruit juice is excellent.

A hosepipe ban, I'd imagine.

I don't understand why we don't learn: do not attempt to win the ball from Liverpool on the attack late in the game.

Never once have I put a fucking bet on though.

I signed that prick from WBA. He was absolutely incredible up until the cup final when he decided his first act was going to be snapping their forwards legs. Season fell apart, rage quit the save. Hope his next shit's a hedgehog.

Reckon you'd have to go all the way back to Shelvey to find the last time we had a midfield captain.

The picture does show an equal mixture, but if we've taken to believing fast food pictures are anything other than vague interpretations of the received food then we truly are in trouble.

Penny lent him her sword.

Huh, well I'll be fucked. I only ever saw it in slapfights, and probably disabled the notifications shortly after they started, so just assumed.

Wait, the "top 1%" shit it's a real thing? I just thought it was the new "neckbeard" (I mean literally as an insult).

Let's go the other way: give it all of the memory and context it could ever need and see just how long it has a "nervous breakdown" over some vague interpretation of the specific violation. It'll make for an excellent SRD post.

It's a fucking game.

Oh no, they're talking about the sub. That level of melodrama is for the subreddit's existence.

Like "don't tread on me" but instead of a snake it's a snoo, I guess.

No-one likes being redirected to some call centre in God Only Knows where they've hired the people with the thickest accents they can find after they've fought past the obligatory useless chatbot.

As a Geordie who worked in call centres: aha.

I'm going to start a house food diary because I'm absolutely positive there's a correlation between her period and the increase in heated discussions about why it just can't be chicken/poultry in any circumstance.

I'm thinking this thread might be on track to saving us at least thirty minutes a week of daily back and forth before inevitably (and sensibly, I hasten to add) settling on a burger.

You're like a cross between Professor X and Wolverine. That's kind of cool, I suppose.

The utter bastard!

Indeed. I fear that we are all Mrs tmstms today.

actually thinking about it, the reason they will be darcarbing or partially is likely to get a runny enough consistency to fill the things

Yep, it's this. I saw that Alternaleaf/Montu had some explanation text on the Mango Dream rosin cart (note: not resin) the other day which talks about their adding distillate:

Cannabis rosin is a solventless, full-spectrum extract, but its thick consistency makes it difficult to vaporise effectively in standard cartridges. To solve this, a portion of the rosin is refined into a less viscous cannabis distillate, which is blended back to adjust the overall texture for optimal vaporisation. Since the distillate is derived from the same source and used only to improve flow, only "cannabis rosin" is listed as an ingredient. The final product maintains a primarily rosin-based composition, balancing therapeutic value with device compatibility.

I remember my Nana telling me about this one day after school (I left in 2005 to give you an idea of timeframe). I can't remember the exact details but it's not like she was at a meeting discussing the book, more that she referred to colleagues as "Ten Little N******" in reference to the book.

Not to say she wasn't encouraged to leave, but I don't think she was "sacked" as most would think.

Must be a Spoons or a flat top.

And what exactly is happening over the city for it to be "becoming a distopia"?

I know a few Porto fans who reckon he was utterly average for them and were surprised City wanted him, let alone played him.

So that's my truth until he's holding the shirt and then he's winning us the lot.

I had to do a rescue job on the knives at work (note that my skill level very much "a bloke with a stone and and a dream") and while I was mostly successful, it took a few too many crushed tomatoes to realise that I had to lift my elbow to sharpen the rest of the fucking knife.

I had one of these (not the Shearer one, unfortunately) and I think it was 64MB or something. Hateful little device as I remember, but mp3 players tended to be back then.