Tag Archives: Weed
Vondelpark is for Cycling and Getting High
Vondelpark are, hands-down, our new favourite band for getting high to.
Marina Yurcheva.
Marina is a photographer from Russia who takes photos of her boyfriend with a semi and her friends with their eyelids turned inside out (she also takes photos of other stuff).
Skunk? We only smoke resin.
When Jamie was 15 he had his first weed experience (like most people) only his wasn’t like most people’s. His was in a cannabis plantation in Morocco.
Three bromance films that someone should make.
Seeing as everyone else seems to be putting Paul Rudd in buddy films and making a load of money out of it at the moment, I thought I’d take a crack at writing some potentially kick-ass blockbuster hits.
New York is full of chatty cupcake guys.
The last time I went to New York a man stopped me to ask for a cigarette, and then launched in to a tyranny of words against ‘the blacks and hispanics on the other side’ and urged me to join him in the good fight. You just don’t get that in London, so of course I was shocked and appalled. Apparently it’s really not that weird though; Anna wrote out a few of the scenarios you might find yourself in wandering through Gotham city.
Take me to your dealer.
These shirts are EVERYWHERE in Kerrang endorsed hot-spots like Camden market, but you never see people actually wearing them, which is a shame.
Steve Messer – Boobs & weed.
Boobs and weed! Nothing makes a better combination; PB + J….nurrr, sun & sand….nurrr, Pam & Jim…well yeah they’re pretty good but they’re also fictional – boobs and weed are king. Steve Messer takes photos of that combination of treats, as well as a few other things.
Student Jobs.
Once you’ve returned from your trip helping koalas build new homes in Australia and wrapped up all of your commitments to the Inuit village where you realised for the first time that ‘you just want to help people like this,’
The Competitors.
By this point it was late Sunday evening and the whole thing had gone on far too long. But maybe that’s what made it hard for the pair of them to swallow their pride and quit. Michael Bruce was the
Harbour Island.
Harbour island is this rad little Bahamian island that’s only about 2 miles long, where everyone drives golf carts instead of cars, the sand is pink and the houses are guarded with white picket fences. Kind of like a disney