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Originally Posted by R K T
I've been using MM for almost two years now for nerve damage in my feet. The place I go to is like a "Whole Foods" grocery store. Unbelievable selection including live plants from seedlings to 4-5 foot plants. Absolutely sanitary place.
Not interested in smoking or eating these days.....Just Papas & Barkley topical.
A finger tip amount rubbed on each foot and within 15 minutes....ZERO pain.
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I wonder, would this work for arthritis pain?
My high school mj story: When I was in high school I had a friend, Henry, that was really into weed. He both grew it and sold it. One time he even asked me if he could grow it on my dads property since my dad had a small ranch. I told him no, of course. So, I was hanging out with some other friends at lunch and Henry comes running by and shoves this gallon size freezer bag packed full of weed in my arms and takes off running. Startled, my first reaction was to conceal it in my coat -- and good thing I did as the principle and the school narc came walking around the corner and passed right by me. The lunch bell rang a few minutes later and since my dad was picking me up early, I walked to the street to wait for him.
So there I am standing on the sidewalk in front of the school waiting for my dad with a huge bag of weed in my coat when cop rolls up in front of me with the window down. He asked why I wasn't in school. I told him my dad was picking me up. He didn't believe me, gets out of the car and puts me in the back seat of his cruiser.
So now I'm sitting in the back of a police cruiser with a huge bag of weed in my coat on the way to the detention center for kids that skip school. I'm really starting to smell this stuff and start getting really nervous. But the cop had his window down which must have masked/diluted the smell.
We get to the detention center. He opens my door and escorts me inside where there are now three more cops and a room full of delinquents. I bend over to sign in, directly in front of the the cop manning the sign in sheet. Every time I move I get a whiff of the weed in my coat so I get really stiff so I don't waft a bellow of this stuff in the cops face. When I was done, another officer escorts me to my seat, walking behind me. So I'm walking really stiff and limiting my movement. I take my seat and wait for dad.
My dad comes to pick me up. Proceeds to rip the cop a new A-hole in front of everyone for wasting his time and not believing me and we're on our way. So now I'm in the car with my dad with a huge bag of weed in my coat. I kept the window down the whole way home to dilute the smell - it seemed to work on the cop.
I met up with Henry the next day, gave him the bag and a slap on the side of his head and told him to never do that again. It turns out he was scheduled for a search since he had a history of drug possession, whereas I never touched the stuff. The principle and the narc were looking for him that day. Anyway, everyone was amazed that I emerged from all of that unscathed.